Chang'an hurriedly put on his shoes and outer garments, but still quickly fetched him a bucket of hot water, undressed him, and carefully assisted him into the bath.
Ye Shu quietly watched the bucket of hot water, realizing that this silly girl must have been waiting for his return, preparing hot water day and night.
He sat down in the water, the hot water soaking into his wounds felt like they were splitting open, causing Ye Shu to frown slightly, but he quickly adapted to such pain. A fine layer of sweat formed on his nose as he said softly, "Your health is not good, there's no need to burn wood and heat water every night."
Chang'an, however, paid no heed, sucking back her tears, her trembling hands carefully wiping his back.
The clear water in the wooden tub had long been stained a deep red.
The wounds on his body were countless, and some were festering. It was clear he had once again taken on an extremely dangerous mission for that Young Marquis of the Lin Family.
