The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189: 577 Background (first update)

Gu Jiao withdrew the fire striker and slowly approached Huangfu Xian’s side.

Huangfu Xian now appeared to be sitting steadily here, but unbeknownst to him, he had just undergone a heart-stopping rescue. His severed limb was already injured, and after being soaked in river water, the wound had developed extensive necrosis.

Jingkong said that he had slept for two days because he only saw him after he was moved here. However, before that, in the Medical Hall, the rescue efforts and waiting for him to get through the critical period had taken three days.

"Does it still hurt?" Gu Jiao asked, "Your wound."

Huangfu Xian paused, wanting to say it didn’t hurt, but hesitated and then honestly replied, "A little."

There was a slight choking sound in his nasal voice.

Gu Jiao pretended not to notice: "Let me have a look."

It was already getting dark, and there were no lights lit in the room, so there wasn’t much she could see.

Huangfu Xian did not refuse.

Gu Jiao lifted up his trouser leg.

Huangfu Xian was somewhat unaccustomed to it but still tried his best to bear it.

After all, it was not visible.

He thought so.

But unexpectedly, Gu Jiao pulled out a small flashlight from the first aid kit’s pocket and pressed the switch with a click.

Huangfu Xian’s expression changed: "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t light any lamps?"

Gu Jiao said, "This isn’t an oil lamp; it’s a flashlight. What I’m doing is called—turning on the flashlight."

Huangfu Xian: "..."

Huangfu Xian thought to accuse her of cheating, then was distracted by the little glowing device.

"Which Night Light Pearl is this from?"

The only glowing things Huangfu Xian knew of besides fire were the Night Light Pearls, but not any as bright as this.

"Want to know?" asked Gu Jiao.

"No." Huangfu Xian stubbornly turned his face away.

Gu Jiao curved her lips slightly, knelt down on one knee, one hand holding the flashlight, the other hand unwinding his bandages.

Suddenly, Huangfu Xian grasped her hand, held his breath, and said, "It’s ugly!"

Gu Jiao looked up, her gaze meeting his eyes with the same purity and cleanliness as Xiaojiu, devoid of any disdain. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Huangfu Xian was stunned: "Your chin..."

Gu Jiao casually said, "I scraped it a bit."

The wound was on the inside of her chin, quite hidden. Huangfu Xian had sharp eyes; otherwise, it would not have been noticeable.

Huangfu Xian lowered his eyes, pinching the fabric of his trouser leg: "Did you hit it underwater?"

Gu Jiao casually confirmed with a sound: "Mhm."

With the water churning so fiercely in the dead of night, it wasn’t clear at all. Gu Jiao only realized there was a rock there when her chin got scraped.

Huangfu Xian said, "For a person like me, it’s not worth it."

Gu Jiao didn’t speak, continuing with the task at hand.

The room was very quiet, but from next door and the front yard came occasional sounds of the Human World. Xiaoba was gnawing on Gu Yan’s shoes again, Xiaojiu was with it, and the other seven chickens had obediently returned to their cages.

Next door, Old Zhao was scolding his son, Aunt Liu from the alley was chasing geese, and Old Mrs. Zhou’s home was frying stinky mandarin fish again—the stench had even drifted over here.

Huangfu Xian looked again at Gu Jiao’s busy figure and for some reason, an odd emotion suddenly welled up inside him.

"When I was a child, she was very good to me."

When Gu Jiao had finished tidying up, Huangfu Xian spoke again, "She always took me out to play, would make me delicious food, and even when she went to provide relief to disaster victims, she would carry me. The thing I remember doing most as a child was lying on her back as we handed out porridge and herded sheep together."