Ying Qing'er thought that Yu'er was reasonable, so she cleaned her wounds for herself.

"Miss, who bandaged this for you?" Yu'er untied the gauze on Ying Qing'er's hand, which was wrapped in herbs, and it would never be her own young lady who made it, so she asked curiously.

Ying Qing'er's mind was still on her father a second ago, and in a blink of an eye, Yu'er was reminded of the warm memories of tonight.

Ying Qing'er couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the roof of the building, is he on it now? Or in your own room?

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

"Ahh

Yu'er called twice in a row before Ying Qing'er replied......

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