Qing Teng didn't know how long she had sat there, sleepily dozing off by Gong Wuyou's bedside, while Chu Molin didn't want to disturb them.
So, he sat outside in the courtyard, contemplating the matters at hand.
"Why are you sitting outside when you're injured? Why aren't you resting in bed?" Qin Xue had come over to check if they had a fever.
Instead, she found Chu Molin sitting alone in the courtyard, lost in thought.
"Xue'er, come sit down." Chu Molin heard her voice and looked up at his wife.
"What's the matter?" Qin Xue asked Chu Molin.
"Qing Teng is inside." Chu Molin shared casually.
"I asked her to come over and change the dressing earlier, is she still in there?" Qin Xue's dressing change for Qing Teng was just a reapplication of medicine powder on the scrapes.
"Gong Wuyou is holding her hand, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to." Chu Molin didn't peep intentionally.
