Feng Yexuan's shoulder was pierced by two broken cold arrows.
Seeing blood gushing out from his shoulder and staining a large area of his clothes red, Chu Qianli's heart suddenly clenched in agony.
She clutched at her chest, the pain nearly suffocating her.
"It seems... I can never bear to see you hurt."
Chu Qianli's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Yet, she still endured the pain and hurried over, pulling his sleeve as she walked towards the riverbank.
"Quick, this wound needs tending to, otherwise, it will become infected."
Feng Yexuan actually didn't care about such a minor injury, but, with the arrowhead left in the body, it was always a problem that needed to be resolved.
"Don't use that kind of medicine on me." When he sat down, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "After this is treated, we'll head straight for the mountain."
Chu Qianli knelt behind him, her fingers that were about to tend to his arrow wound stiffened slightly.