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Knowing that he was in a bad mood today, even Nangong Xu was kicked out.

Before coming in, Baili Xia was already mentally prepared, guessing that this guy was still being stubborn.

But she didn’t expect him to be so seriously injured.

During lunch, he was fine. However, that drop of blood on the stool left her restless all afternoon.

Yet, at that time, Mu Xiaojiu still seemed fine, with no noticeable change in his complexion.

After waking up from the nightmare, Baili Xia was secretly scolding herself for not letting go, still caring.

But now, seeing the blood stains on his clothes, she couldn’t stay calm at all.

“Let me take a look.” She put down the medical kit and was about to roll up his sleeve.

Mu Xiaojiu casually pulled back his hand to avoid her: “I don’t need you to bother.”

“You’re just a patient in my eyes right now.” Baili Xia was a bit irritated too.

This guy, at twenty-eight years old, still acts like a child, not discerning the severity of the situation?

Knowing he wouldn’t react, Baili Xia no longer paid him any heed.

She directly reached out to grab his hand, intending to remove his sleeve.

At the moment their hands touched, her soft, delicate hands instantly melted Mu Xiaojiu’s hardened heart.

His fingertips slightly trembled, and his large palm flipped, holding Baili Xia’s small hand in his grasp.

“I said I’d no longer care for you, why do you still provoke me?”

His voice was hoarse, as if striving to suppress his inner emotions.

Unknowingly, the strength in his hand increased, painfully squeezing Baili Xia’s hand.

Baili Xia’s heart tightened, wanting to pull her hand back.

But despite her efforts, her hand was held firmly without movement.

“I’m not provoking you; Master asked me to come and bandage your wound.”

“If you didn’t want to come, can he force you?” Mu Xiaojiu said coldly.

His dark eyes were so deep that they were completely unreadable, making Baili Xia involuntarily shiver.

Indeed, it was Master who forced her to come, although she hoped Uncle’s wound would be bandaged quickly.

However, she really didn’t want to contact him more, to avoid further complications.

At such times, anything could make her plan collapse entirely.

But she couldn’t convince herself to be completely indifferent.

Especially after seeing his blood-stained sleeve.

Not wanting to argue with him, fearing to delay the best treatment time, she tried hard to calm down.

“I have no other intentions, just want to bandage you.”

Her face turned cold, expressionless.

Such change, like suddenly cutting a knife across Mu Xiaojiu’s heart.

This girl is so stubborn, never willing to give up.

If only she would abandon revenge, how great it would be to return to the past.

But what right does he have to stop her from avenging?

Even if Baili Yang is not her grandfather, so what?

Such an elder, willing to protect her even at the cost of his life, even without blood relation, with a heart of flesh, she wouldn’t let Baili Yang die unjustly in prison.

But does she realize that some people are not to be provoked?

Looking at her serious little face, the stubbornness in Mu Xiaojiu’s heart diminished significantly.

His grip loosened, and Baili Xia immediately broke free.

Mu Xiaojiu’s dim gaze fell on her, his voice seeming to lack vitality.

“You should leave, I don’t need you.”

Baili Xia acted as if she didn’t hear him, still trying to roll up his sleeve to check his wound.

Mu Xiaojiu’s face darkened: “I said, I don’t need you, you can get lost!”

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