As she spoke, Jiang Peihuan settled down next to Xiao Nanye, gently removing the handkerchief from his arm.
The handkerchief was stained with both blood and medication. As she was about to dispose of it, it was swiftly taken from her hand.
Seeing the confusion in Jiang Peihuan's eyes, the man lightly chuckled. "This is the first gift Huan Er gave me. I must cherish it."
Upon hearing his words, Jiang Peihuan's eyes gleamed with contemplation.
Xiao Nanye had given her many things, such as jewelry, medicine, weapons, and more. Yet, she realized she hadn't given him any significant gift in return.
Looking at the handkerchief that was taken by the man, Jiang Peihuan secretly remembered this matter in her heart.
When the wound was revealed, it looked quite horrifying, even after being treated with medicine. Remembering the men in black, Jiang Peihuan found herself asking, "Have those bodies been dealt with, Your Highness?"