He opened his mouth, "I..."
His sleeves were not long, and Xiao Liulang glanced over and noticed the bandaged hand, with faint traces of blood seeping through the bandage.
Xiao Liulang said, "It’s late, if you want to treat your injury, you can go to the Miraculous Hand Hall, where they have doctors on duty at night."
Liu Yisheng was not there to treat his injury.
But it was also difficult for him to explain to Xiao Liulang what he was there for.
He did not want Xiao Liulang to misunderstand.
As he was tangled about how to phrase his words, another carriage stopped at the other end of the alley.
Gu Jiao got off the carriage and walked toward her home.
She saw two handsome men standing at the door, confronting each other in a strangely tense atmosphere, and for a moment was dazzled by the scene.
The picture was quite a feast for the eyes.
Xiao Liulang looked intently at her, with an inquisitive gaze, thinking at this time she would have retired for the night, yet she had just returned.
Moreover, the clothes she wore... clearly were not the set she had on when she left in the morning, nor any set from the house.
Liu Yisheng’s inquisitive gaze was no less than Xiao Liulang’s. Gu Jiao had been unconscious when she was abducted, so how could she have recovered as if nothing had happened?
Was it really as Yuan Tang had said, that the expert had no ill intentions towards Gu Jiao, and was likely someone Gu Jiao knew?
"Husband," Gu Jiao called out to Xiao Liulang, "What are you two doing standing here so late?"
"You ask him," said the person whose identity had just been acknowledged, feeling a bit better. He then said to Liu Yisheng, "Come inside and sit."
Liu Yisheng, however, said, "No need, I just came to ask Dr. Gu to look at my wound. I will leave in a while."
Xiao Liulang did not insist any further. He turned and entered the courtyard, lighting up all the lanterns inside.
Gu Jiao’s eyes fell on his right hand, "Your hand..."
Liu Yisheng looked at his bandaged right hand, "I’m fine."
Gu Jiao asked, "Sutured?"
Liu Yisheng looked at her in confusion, "You did the suturing, don’t you remember?"
Gu Jiao pondered, "...I seem to have some impression of it."
Liu Yisheng pressed his lips together, "Do you... often like this? I mean, losing consciousness."
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