Chapter 483

Yan Ziyuan's wrists were in pain when he held them. Her heart seemed to be in pain. She suddenly struggled: "take your dirty hands away!"

Gu Ziyan's face slightly changed, and his subconscious hands were released.

He loosened his hand a little faster, and Yan Ziyuan happened to struggle hard. By chance, Yan Ziyuan was shaken, stepped back a few steps, couldn't stand, and sat on the ground with a plop. Unfortunately, her head was hitting the corner of a nearby table!

There was blood running down her forehead.

It seems that people didn't expect this scene either. They were stunned.

As soon as Gu Ziyan's face changed, he reached out and helped her: "Ziyuan..."

Yan Ziyuan looks as if she has been burned. Her body is slightly on one side, avoiding his hands.

Her little servant girl rushed to her early and hurriedly helped her up from the ground, almost crying: "Miss, you are bleeding..."

Yan Ziyuan shakes her head: "it doesn't matter." Her forehead is burning and hot, but compared with the pain in her heart, what is the pain in her forehead?

She touched it not lightly, the blood on her forehead flowed happily, and the blink of an eye had already flowed to her cheek.

The little servant girl is busy dealing with the wound for her. It's just that she went out this time because she took part in the Qin meeting and the literati's activities. So the little servant girl didn't prepare the falling ointment or anything. At this time, I was so anxious that I turned around: "Miss, your maidservant should die, without ointment."

"I have it here." One hand reaches out and the palm is filled with a bottle of gold wound medicine.

It's a beautiful hand. It plays the piano at first sight. It looks like Gu Ziyan's uneasy face along his fingers.

The little servant girl looked at Yan Ziyuan, who was blind to the hand. She tore a section of her sleeve and raised her hand to wrap it on her head: "it's just skin injury, no need to use medicine."

Her sleeves showed her once white wrists. There was a circle of purple on her wrists, which was just grasped by Gu Ziyan in a hurry.

Gu Ziyan's eyes turned from her bleeding forehead to her purple wrists, and his face became even paler.

He raised his hand and held the hand Ziyuan was about to bandage. He put the ointment on her hand and said, "this wound must be treated, or it will leave scars..."

Yan Ziyuan suddenly takes back her hand. She moves in a big way, but Gu Ziyan is also afraid to hold her hand and is driven away by her. Even the medicine bottle in the palm fell to the ground, broke into pieces, and the ointment flowed all over the ground.

"Pa!" A sound, Gu Ziyan's heart seems to have something to break with this medicine bottle.

Gu Ziyan paused and looked at her angrily: "Ziyuan, I didn't mean to..."

Yan Ziyuan takes a breath, and takes a lead at the corner of her lips: "I know." You just care about her face, but you are not allowed to hurt her.

Yan Ziyuan laughs bitterly. She knows everything. Only when she can't understand the situation, can she let herself get hurt repeatedly because of a little incident

There seemed to be water vapor in her eyes. She didn't want to stay here.

It's been a shame. She doesn't want to cry out here

Just as she was about to bandage the wound, she immediately made a boat to walk away. Behind her, she held out a hand in silence, and there was ointment in her palm: "Miss Yan, use this."

Yan Ziyuan looks up and into the eyes of a young man in black.

The black boy's eyes were quiet and calm, but the palm holding the ointment was stable.

Yan Ziyuan is relieved