Yan Ziyuan's wrist hurt when he held it, and her heart seemed to hurt too, and she struggled suddenly: "Take your dirty hands away"

Gu Ziyan's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously let go.

He let go of his hand a little faster, and Yan Ziyuan happened to struggle vigorously, and by coincidence, Yan Ziyuan was shaken, took a few steps back, couldn't stand, and sat on the ground with a plop. Coincidentally, her head hit the corner of a nearby table

Blood was running down her forehead.

Everyone didn't seem to expect this scene, and they were stunned.

Gu Ziyan's face changed, and he reached out to help her: "Zi Kite"

Yan Ziyuan seemed to be burned by fire, and her body was slightly sideways, avoiding his hand.

The little maid who accompanied her pounced on her, hurriedly helped her up from the ground, and almost cried: "Miss, you are bleeding"

Yan Ziyuan shook her head: "It's okay." Her forehead hurt hotly, but compared to the pain in her heart, the pain in her forehead was nothing

She touched it so hard that the blood on her forehead flowed happily, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flowed to her cheeks.

The little maid was in a hurry to treat her wounds, but this time she went out because she was participating in the piano party and the activities of the literati, so the little maid did not prepare those bone-setting ointments or anything. At this time, he was so anxious that he turned around: "Miss, the slave should be damned, she didn't bring ointment." ”

"I've got it here." A hand reached over and held a bottle of gold creation medicine in the palm of his hand.

A very beautiful hand, at first glance, it looks like it is playing the piano, and it looks like Gu Ziyan's uncomfortable face when you look at the fingers.

The little maid looked at Yan Ziyuan, Yan Ziyuan turned a blind eye to that hand, tore off her sleeve casually, and wrapped her hand around her head: "It's just skin trauma, no need for medicine." ”

She raised her sleeves, revealing her once white wrist, and there was a circle of black purple on her wrist, which was held by Gu Ziyan in a hurry just now.

Gu Ziyan's eyes shifted from her bleeding forehead to her purple wrist, and her face turned even paler.

He raised his hand and held Zi Kite's hand that was about to be bandaged, and forced the ointment in his palm onto her hand: "This wound must be treated, otherwise it will leave a scar"

Yan Ziyuan suddenly regained her hand, she moved widely, and Gu Ziyan also had scruples, she didn't dare to hold her hand tightly, and she broke away. Even the medicine bottle in the palm of his hand fell to the ground, shattered into pieces, and the ointment flowed to the ground.

There was a "snap" sound, and Gu Ziyan seemed to have something in his heart that shattered along with the medicine bottle.

Gu Ziyan paused, and looked at her angry eyes: "Zi Kite, I didn't mean it just now"

Yan Ziyuan took a deep breath, and the corners of her lips tugged: "I know." "You're just concerned about her appearance, and you can't allow her to be hurt a bit.

Yan Ziyuan smiled bitterly in her heart, she understood everything, but this relationship could not be solved for a while, so she would be repeatedly injured because of a little thing

There seemed to be moisture in her eyes, and she didn't want to stay here anymore.

It's already been embarrassing, and she doesn't want to make it even more embarrassing for herself to cry here

She was about to bandage her wound indiscriminately and immediately get a boat and leave, and silently stretched out a hand behind her, and there was also ointment in the palm of her palm: "Miss Yan, use this." ”

Yan Ziyuan looked up and looked into the eyes of a young man in black.

The black-clothed young man's eyes were calm and calm, but the palm holding the ointment was very stable.

Yan Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief

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