Fu Shen had seen far more severe wounds in his battles, and such an injury on himself would hardly make him furrow his brow. But now, seeing this scar on Yan Xiaohan’s shoulder, he felt a wave of tightness in his heart.
After a moment of silence, he gently touched the swollen area around the wound’s edge with his fingertip: “Does it hurt?”
Yan Xiaohan laughed: “If I say it hurts, will I get candy?”
Fu Shen made an ambiguous sound, then suddenly lowered his head. Yan Xiaohan felt a soft, warm sensation briefly touch the wound. “
The newly formed tender flesh was extremely sensitive, and a slight tingling spread like a flame meeting dry kindling, heat sweeping through his entire body. His limbs trembled on the edge, his voice suddenly hoarse: “Jing Yuan… what are you doing?”
“Washing you,” Fu Shen straightened up, lightly slapping his bare back and casually reprimanding, “Daring to jump into the river with an injury, if it gets infected, you’ll be crying later.”
Yan Xiaohan tried to throw the cloth into the basin, but Fu Shen pulled it from his hand, dipped it in hot water, and slowly wiped down from his neck, softly saying, “Don’t move.”
This wound was for Fu Shen.
“Feeling sorry for me?” Yan Xiaohan gradually understood, if he had a tail, it would be wagging to the sky: “This small injury can get me a kiss, so…”
Fu Shen said: “You dare to continue?”
“I don’t dare, I don’t dare,” Yan Xiaohan turned sideways, looking at him with laughing eyes, “Knowing the marquis cares for me, I’ll definitely be more careful in the future.”
Fu Shen looked at him suspiciously, sensing he might have more to say.
Indeed, Yan Xiaohan skillfully grabbed his wrist, lowered his head to kiss his hand, and looked up softly: “I don’t want to make you worry either.”
The night wind carries a light floral fragrance, with a brilliant starry sky overhead. Two riders travel side by side at a leisurely pace. Under the vast and boundless sky, the separations and wanderings of the past year, the pain of longing, flow away like river water, leaving only the steadfast heart of a rock after the great waves have washed away the sand.
