"Five minutes are up!" Yin Nuo came back in to urge.
An Ziqing stood up, gently laid Ling Chuan down, and covered him with her coat.
The skin on his body was noticeably improving, thanks to the special medicine Jia Luo made, naturally it was extraordinary, and the healing speed was fast, yet Ling Chuan was still bleeding.
An Ziqing tore her clothes to pieces and wrapped his wrists and ankles with white cloth.
His handsome cheeks had already regained their color, like the winter sun, high above, radiating brilliance.
Ling Chuan was such a person, even more dazzling than a star, standing at 188 cm, always combing his hair up to reveal a full forehead, with thick black eyebrows and eyes that were bottomless.
A high nose bridge and those distinctly defined features were like a god's work.
So perfect that countless women longed for him!
How fortunate, she met him since she was young.
Otherwise, how could he ever see her?
