"Go get that bandaged up!" Shao He urged.
Qing Shan nodded. Shao He turned and went back into the room, taking a medicine box from in front of the cabinet.
Shao He helped her roll up her sleeve to her elbow, revealing her snow-white skin, all covered in fresh blood.
"Miss, don't worry, this injury is not serious," Qing Shan said with a faint smile.
Shao He took out scissors to cut open the clothes at the wound and, seeing the injury on her shoulder blade, asked with furrowed brows, "What exactly happened?"
Qing Shan tilted her head in confusion, caught her mistress's warning gaze, and had no choice but to tell the truth.
"You, how can you be so foolish? Normally, you're such a clever person. How can you be so muddled when it comes to matters of the heart?"
Shao He really didn't know what to say, encouraging her to confess her feelings was meant to help her find peace of mind, not to get herself hurt.
