Gong Lingyu was aggrieved. Her red eyes made her look like a pitiful little rabbit.
She did not answer but silently stretched out her foot.
Gu Qingxue was finally satisfied. She carried the tray to the bed and sat down.
She looked at Gong Lingyu, who was hugging her knees and burying her head. After checking her condition, she realized that the injury on Gong Lingyu's ankle was more serious than she had imagined.
Her originally fair ankle had turned purple, and it was swollen to the size of a baby's fist. It was also injured on the surface, and blood was seeping out of the wound. Her heart could not help but tremble.
Gu Qingxue's expression quickly darkened, and her eyes revealed her heartache for Gong Lingyu. "I really don't know what you're thinking all day long. Your injuries are so serious, yet you don't even bandage them?"
After being reproached, Gong Lingyu lowered her head in grievance. "Actually, it's not that serious."