In the room.
Mist was steaming.
Jiang Yuan sat deep in the wooden barrel.
As Shu Xiaoxiao wiped away blood stains on Jiang Yuan, tears dropped from her eyes.
Seeing the tiny wounds on Jiang Yuan's body, her little hand trembled slightly.
"Young Master, am I a troublemaker? In just two days since my arrival, you had to fight twice because of me. This time, Young Master suffered such a severe injury."
Jiang Yuan smiled and leaned against the edge of the barrel.
"Don't blame yourself, you are just an excuse for them. Their real target is me! If it weren't for you, they would have found other reasons to provoke me."
"But..." Shu Xiaoxiao bit her lip, "There are not so many 'ifs' in this world! Today, it's lucky that Young Master broke through in battle!"
Jiang Yuan looked at her and smiled slightly, "Do you feel guilty?"
"Yes!" Shu Xiaoxiao nodded firmly.
"Then practice well, strive to surpass me, and take me to new heights!"