"Alright, I really admire you now!" Song Yun looked at the girl who still had a childlike innocence on her face and suddenly felt that maybe he was a bit of a beast for pursuing her out of selfish desire, wasn't he? However, upon thinking again, did he have money? Yes! Did he have love in his heart? That could be cultivated later, couldn't it? So, he felt reassured.
"Just trying to contribute a bit of my own strength, I guess. Alright, your wound should be okay now!" Mo Yuyao reached out to touch Song Yun's head, then leaned in to examine the wound, which was now covered in red medicine, "If it were any bigger, you might have needed stitches."
