Ah Jiu watched as Wufu busily tended to him, pulling up his quilt, handing him tea, moving around the room continuously, yet refusing to sit beside him, and couldn't help but smile.
This was probably the most flustered and anxious side of her he had seen in the year since he met her, also the moment she seemed the most like a woman.
"Wufu."
Wufu heard him call her, responded, and turned her head to look at him with a bewildered gaze.
"Come here." Ah Jiu patted the side of the bed.
Wufu stood motionless, she was too scared.
Indeed, she was somewhat afraid, also a bit timid, and felt guilt. If it weren't for trying to save her, he wouldn't have stood before her, taking the hit from Xue Dizi, spilling his blood.
"Wufu doesn't even listen to me anymore?" Ah Jiu feigned a pitiful sigh seeing her in a daze: "Oh, my heart is starting to hurt again."
"Does it hurt?" Wufu hurriedly walked over upon hearing this, reached out to touch, but halted in mid-air, as if realizing something.
