Lu Moqing laughed heartily for a moment, and then he carried her back to their master bedroom.
He let her sit on the sofa and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water. He then squatted directly in front of Qiao Xu.
He lifted her foot and placed it on his own. The soles of her feet were already worn and bloody, with some mud and sand sticking to them, making them look quite shocking.
At this moment, Qiao Xu had regained her strength, and the sharp pain on the soles of her feet made her furrow her brows slightly.
"Don't do this again next time."
Lu Moqing didn't say anything else, just uttering this simple sentence, but the distress in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
Thinking of her walking barefoot helplessly on the road, not knowing how long it took, and not even feeling the pain in her feet, Lu Moqing's heart ached as if it was being twisted by a knife.
"I'm sorry..."
Qiao Xu pursed her lips, looking at his gloomy face, and whispered an apology, "I made you worry."