So...... After he passed out last night, she sent him home?

Judging from the dirtiness of her body, she was still by his bedside last night, keeping watch all night?

Su Zhinian clearly felt his heart tremble violently, and then the beating speed slowed down.

She must have been exhausted last night, right? The dark circles under the eyes are very heavy, it should be that they have not rested well, and the blood on the lips is a little low......

The distress was densely filled with Su Zhinian's heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the tips of her dirty hair.

No matter what reason she took care of him, even if it was just a simple reluctance to see death and not save him, at this moment, there was an indescribable warmth that swept through his whole body in an instant.

From the time he knew him when he was eight years old, and when he found her ten years later, he was like her shadow, inseparable in the darkness behind her, silently accompanying her.

He never had the luxury of her warmth and turning back, and occasionally her unintentional kindness to his whims would always be the same as now, making him feel as if he had the whole world, and he felt extremely content and satisfied.

His hand rested on her hair for a moment, then he lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had an extra set of warm towels in his hand.

He didn't dislike her dirty in the slightest, picked her up, put her on his bed, and took a towel to wipe the mud off her face and hair.

He seemed to be afraid that he would accidentally wake her up from her sleep, and his movements were very gentle, with a hint of tender care.

Wiped her face and hair clean, he tossed the dirty towel to the bedside table and lowered his head to examine the bruises on her knees.

After a night, there were already signs of slight scabs, blood stains mixed with pieces of dirt, and the wound was very swollen and purple bruises.

Su Zhinian took the medicine box, held a cotton ball with tweezers, dipped it in some iodine wine, carefully wiped her wound, disinfected it, applied some ointment to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis, used a layer of light gauze, and gently pasted it on it, and then carefully covered her with the quilt.

As he lifted his fingers and wrapped the strands of hair around her face behind her ear, his eyes noticed a small golden button hanging around her neck.

Somewhat familiar......

Su Zhinian's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he stretched out his fingertips to hook the buttons, only then did he see clearly that this was the button on the shirt he wore on the day he rescued her two months ago.

That shirt was hand-made for him by a high-end designer in France, the only one in the world, so the 12 buttons on the shirt are also unique.

Because of the injury to his abdomen, the shirt was also scrapped, but because the buttons were made of pure gold and the shape was very delicate, he especially liked him, so he deliberately removed the buttons before throwing away the shirt.

However, he found only eleven, not twelve, on his shirt...... Unexpectedly, that one was on her neck.

This button is the clue she left behind...... Even though she didn't know it was his, the fact that she wore his stuff closest to her heart still caused a throbbing wave in his heart.