The guard was just about to push him inside when he saw his master's gaze and immediately let go, standing guard outside the door.
Shao He lit the candle, and the room instantly brightened up. Only then did she notice that something seemed off about this man, as there was a strong smell of blood on him.
"You are injured."
These words were not a question, but a statement.
"Could you bandage me?" Pei Huaian asked weakly.
"Sure." Shao He nodded, turned around to take the golden sore medicine from the cabinet, and found some gauze to hand to him.
"Wait a moment."
After finishing speaking, she went to the kitchen to fetch some hot water, preparing to clean his wound, and then took some disinfectant from a mental space.
Pei Huaian's gaze fell on those pale, delicate hands, a trace of darkness flickered in his eyes, but when he lifted his face, it had returned to a calm and unrippled expression.