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As He Guangping fell, Qi Chong threw the crutch aside and began to swing his fists. At first, He Guangping begged for mercy, but soon he fell silent.
Yu Chunmiao, fearing for a life, rushed to Qi Chong's side and urged, "Stop hitting him. It's not worth getting into trouble over someone like this."
Qi Chong's raised fist paused in mid-air. Despite the poor lighting, Yu Chunmiao could feel the anger radiating from him. His heavy breaths surged from his nostrils, and the sight of his towering figure was frightening; she could even hear the grinding of his teeth.
Yu Chunmiao grasped his arm and gently squeezed it. "Is our home okay?"
Qi Chong stood up and picked up the crutch.
Wiping her tears, Yu Chunmiao apologized, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone out so late."
He took her hand and said softly, "Home."
Still holding onto him, she wiped her tears and choked out, "Why did you come?"
She thought her actions had been discreet, yet she couldn't escape Qi Chong's watchful eyes.
Suppressing his anger, Qi Chong spoke gently, "I've been following you for three days now. The heavens allowed Qi Rong to come openly; you shouldn't come again."
Yu Chunmiao felt a mix of emotions at that moment. If this man didn't truly love her, why would he go to such lengths to protect her in secret every night? Every little thought she had was seen by him, held close to his heart.
She remembered how Qi Chong had thrown the crutch while hitting someone and timidly asked, "Does your leg hurt?"
He squeezed her hand reassuringly and replied, "No, it doesn't hurt."
In truth, it had hurt during the fight, but in that moment of rage, he hadn't felt it. Now that his anger was subsiding, the pain began to take precedence.
"What about you? Are you hurt?"
Like Qi Chong, Yu Chunmiao initially felt no pain due to her fear; now she realized her arms and knees were injured. However, these minor wounds were nothing serious to her.
"No."
The two continued walking side by side, exchanging words as they went.
The cold moonlight poured over the two of them, casting a pair of faint shadows that looked so intimate.
The next morning, Yu Chunmiao woke up early. As soon as she entered the kitchen, Qi Chong pulled her into the room. He sat her down on a stool and, without saying a word, began to roll up her pant legs.
Yu Chunmiao grasped his hand and asked, "I'm fine, really."
Qi Chong did not believe her at all. The path was strewn with stones and gravel; how could she not have gotten hurt after struggling on the ground? He realized that this wife of his was quite adept at hiding things from him.
He nodded toward the medicinal herbs on the table and a basin of clean water. When Yu Chunmiao saw this, she knew she couldn't hide it any longer, so she obediently sat still for him to examine her injuries.
Qi Chong sat beside her, resting her leg on his thigh. He slowly rolled up her pant leg, revealing her smooth, pale calf. As he moved higher, he saw the crimson marks around her knees—evidence of the stones that had scraped against her delicate skin, leaving behind streaks of blood.
Qi Chong's expression darkened as he gently cleaned the wounds with a cloth and applied medicine. After tending to both knees, he said softly, "Sleeves."
Yu Chunmiao looked like a child who had done something wrong as she obediently rolled up her sleeves. Her slender, fair arms were covered in scratches of varying depths.
As Qi Chong treated her wounds, his heart ached for her.
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