When Meng Fanyue woke up, she was only wearing thin inner garments, and her wounds had already been bandaged.
Meng Fanyue looked around the room. No one was there, but there seemed to be some movement in the adjacent room.
She forced herself to sit up, leaning against the headboard, her face pale.
She rubbed her temples and sank into memories.
Last night, she and her teammates had been on an operation together, but they had been unexpectedly exposed. Although they succeeded in their objective, they were pursued by others. She had to exert considerable effort to escape.
However, she had been stabbed during close combat and shot while fleeing. Although the wounds were not fatal, she was extremely weak by the time she reached the vicinity. In her panic, she had randomly rushed into a courtyard.
Looking at her current state, she must have been rescued!
Meng Fanyue thought to herself, but felt no relief.
In this chaotic world, good people were rare. Moreover, her injuries indicated that she was a troublemaker. She didn't believe an ordinary person would have the courage to save her.
Of course, kindness was possible, but until she was sure, her vigilance would not diminish, even though she seemed to have nothing to offer.
Meng Fanyue gave a wry smile, her eyes dimming. She wondered how her comrades were doing.
Footsteps approached from a distance. Xing Yuan stood outside the door. Seeing Meng Fanyue sitting up, she seemed to pause for a moment before entering.
She was holding a bowl of hot porridge, which she casually placed on the table beside the bed.
"You're awake?" Xing Yuan's voice was calm, but her eyes held a hint of concern.
"Mmm." Meng Fanyue nodded, her gaze fixed on Xing Yuan.
Why did this person seem so familiar? As if she had seen her somewhere before.
"Are you hungry?" Xing Yuan continued to ask.
Meng Fanyue shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her.
A rumbling sound emerged, and Xing Yuan's eyebrows curved slightly, a faint smile flashing in her eyes.
Xing Yuan glanced at Meng Fanyue's injured left shoulder and asked politely, "Do you need me to feed you?"
Meng Fanyue turned her head away in embarrassment, her fingers curling slightly. She wanted to stubbornly say she could manage, but she knew clearly that she couldn't.
Meng Fanyue didn't even have the strength to hold a bowl right now.
When Meng Fanyue remained silent, Xing Yuan took it as a tacit agreement.
Xing Yuan sat by the bed, her smooth long hair cascading over the edge. She stirred the white porridge with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful, tested its temperature, and brought it to Meng Fanyue's lips.
"Thank you," Meng Fanyue whispered.
She opened her mouth obediently, and the warm white porridge flowed into her empty stomach, feeling incredibly comforting.
Seeing her eat with enjoyment, a smile flickered in Xing Yuan's eyes as she continued to feed her, spoonful by spoonful.
The bowl of porridge was quickly finished.
Xing Yuan put down the bowl and picked up a towel to gently wipe her fingertips.
Her movements were elegant and pleasing to the eye, and Meng Fanyue was once again captivated.
A flash of inspiration struck her, and she finally remembered who the person in front of her was.
When she was young, she had once seen someone who had stunned her with their beauty.
That year, she was only ten years old, and a strange woman had visited her home.
Her appearance was radiant, and her face held a gentle smile, but her eyes were cold.
Yet, Meng Fanyue had liked her very much and enjoyed following her around. However, after staying at their home for a few days, the older sister had left without any warning.
She had been sad for a long time, asking her parents, but they had never known where she went.
She didn't know her name or where she came from.
She was like a fleeting flower, blooming brilliantly in her life, but disappearing in an instant.
Xing Yuan left with a faint statement, "Rest well."
Meng Fanyue, in her haste, instinctively reached out to pull Xing Yuan back.
But she had underestimated her current strength, and with a "thump," she fell.
Xing Yuan's pupils contracted, and she instinctively reached out to steady her. Worry appeared in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
She asked softly, "Are you alright?"
Meng Fanyue was terribly embarrassed, but her previous movement had aggravated her wound. Blood began to seep from the bandaged area.
Xing Yuan's brow furrowed. She bent down, picked up Meng Fanyue, and placed her back on the bed.
The sudden loss of support left Meng Fanyue feeling adrift, even ignoring the pain of her wound.
"Don't move!" Xing Yuan said sternly.
She efficiently removed Meng Fanyue's bandages, revealing her delicate skin.
Xing Yuan took out gauze and medicine from the bedside cabinet and meticulously applied it to Meng Fanyue's wounds.
Meng Fanyue flinched uncomfortably, but Xing Yuan held her still.
Xing Yuan's movements were gentle and precise. Slowly, Meng Fanyue sat obediently on the bed, allowing Xing Yuan to re-bandage her wounds.
Occasionally, when her wound was accidentally touched, Meng Fanyue would only frown slightly, remaining silent.
Her lips curved upwards as she earnestly gazed at Xing Yuan's exquisite profile, a desire stirring within her – she really wanted to touch her!
But before she could decide whether to act, Xing Yuan had already finished bandaging her wounds.
"Stay in bed and rest well. If your wound opens up again, I won't care," Xing Yuan said, giving Meng Fanyue a stern look.
"Okay," Meng Fanyue nodded obediently while sitting on the bed.
Her fingertips gently tugged at Xing Yuan's clothes. She looked up at her, appearing exceptionally docile and cute.
Xing Yuan's heart softened for a moment, and her voice lightened, "Rest and recover, my dear."
"Mmm, thank you. Why are you being so nice to me?" Meng Fanyue asked softly.
Xing Yuan paused, suddenly realizing that she didn't seem to have any desire to pounce on the person in front of her.
Perhaps she had lived too long and lost even simple desires.
Xing Yuan sighed and explained lightly, "You just happened to collapse in my home. I've always been kind-hearted and can't bear to see others die in front of me."
Meng Fanyue pursed her lips, unsure if Xing Yuan was telling the truth. Finally, she spoke sincerely, "Thank you."
"Mmm," Xing Yuan nodded casually, afraid of revealing anything, and quickly left the room.
Actually, she was different.
Xing Yuan thought.
After all, she could still have emotional fluctuations, which was quite impossible for her now.
Xing Yuan waited until mealtime before leaving.
She first went to have a substantial meal and then packed a portion of rice porridge to take back for Meng Fanyue.
Before entering the room, Xing Yuan went to the kitchen.
She used a small knife to lightly cut her fingertip and let the blood drip into the porridge.
She sucked on the wound, and it healed at a bizarre speed, returning to its original state in moments, as if it had never been injured.
Xing Yuan stirred the rice porridge gently, ensuring the bloodstains were undetectable before taking it into the room.