He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, yet he still considered my feelings. Such consideration is both a sign of love and a burden.
At least, that's how Jiang Muwan felt at the moment.
"Gu Jiangnian, you're making me feel like a tyrannical landlord from ancient times, oppressing the farmers. Your frail appearance, considering me, only makes me feel worthless, selfish and inconsiderate of others,"
Her mood was off, and the words she spoke naturally weren't pleasant. In the bedroom, both Lan Ying and Gu Jiangnian's gaze fell on her. Jiang Muwan was still kneeling on the bed, all semblance of sleepiness gone, and now she was exceptionally clear-headed.
She reached out and pulled up the robe that had slipped down her shoulders, concealing the slightly swollen shoulder from the fierce scuffle.
"Lie down! Don't make me feel like a murderer," she said, after which Jiang Muwan climbed off the bed with an icy face and Gu Jiangnian reached out to grab her, but missed.
