The night is quiet and quiet, and the night is deep.
When Bai Li woke up, he found that he was actually sleeping on the bed in Prince Yu's residence.
After staring around for a moment, she suddenly remembered the scene before she fell into coma and sat up.
Why is she back?
Was it Yin Moxuan who sent her back?
But he was injured so seriously at that time, is he okay now?
After hammering his dizzy head, Bai Li thought about the bright red color when the arrow was pulled out, and raised his hand to look at it with lingering fear.
There was no blood on it. She looked down at her clothes again. The bloody outer shirt was gone. Now she was wearing a middle coat.
Blinking, Bai Li seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly hugged his shoulders tightly with his hands.
Is this... could this be the clothes Yin Moxuan took off for her?
He wouldn't take advantage of it, would he?
Bai Li blinked his eyes, thinking about the injuries on his body, and felt that his worries were unfounded.
Besides, his wife at home is much prettier than her, and he himself has said that he has no interest in her.
Thinking this, Bai Li exhaled heavily, got up and got out of bed, and stretched.
But she was only halfway stretched when she suddenly remembered the injury on her neck. She had felt nothing since she woke up.
He moved his hand towards his neck, but the expected pain did not come. Even the bandage that Yin Moxuan had bandaged for him was gone. The strangest thing was that he couldn't even feel the wound.
Bai Li walked to the bronze mirror in confusion. Although the mirror was a bit blurry, he could still vaguely see himself in the mirror. The neck that was originally punctured was now white, with not even a drop of blood on it.
I touched and touched and looked again and again, but I still couldn't see any trace of injury.
This...what the hell is going on?
While Bai Li was touching his neck, he was thinking about what happened before. With such a profound memory and thrilling experience, he couldn't be dreaming, right?
His body turned slightly, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. The more he thought about it, the more strange it became. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a piece of blue cloth was revealed under the bed.
Bai Li hurriedly stepped forward and pulled out the corner of the cloth. It was clearly the coat she wore before. It was even stained with blood. Wrapped together with the coat, there was a white handkerchief.
Son, also covered in blood.
The hand holding the handkerchief paused slightly, which Yin Moxuan had used to bandage her wounds before.
In this way, all this is true, she was not dreaming, she was really injured, and Yin Moxuan was also injured.
But……
His hand touched his neck again. Where was the wound?