If this hand belonged to someone in a former life, it would likely belong to a surgeon or a pianist.
How did it get injured?
Gu Jiao felt a bit angry.
Usually at home, she would not allow him to do heavy work, for fear that he would hurt his hand.
"How did you get this injury?" She asked.
In fact, they seldom asked each other about such things. Gu Jiao didn't ask him how he got injured when she treated his leg earlier. When Gu Jiao was knocked unconscious by a whip, he never asked who she had offended.
Although they had learned the truth somehow, it wasn't from each other's mouths.
"It was hit by a bookshelf," Xiao Liulang said, "I didn't pay much attention at the time."
Looking at his swollen wrist, Gu Jiao furrowed her brows, "Be more careful next time."
Xiao Liulang nodded: "Okay."
The first day of treatment required cold compresses to prevent the spread of the bruise.