Wu Xuanye raised his eyebrows and said, "You had a fever, and you slept for three full days before you woke up. I've been taking care of you all these three days, so how can you thank me?"
Mu Yun'an frowned, and then felt that he had no strength in his body and his head felt a little dizzy.
She sat up and asked, "You are here to take care of me, what will happen to Brother Yi? Didn't you promise me to save him?"
Wu Xuanye had some displeasure on his face, and he put the things in his hands on the table: "I don't want you to mention him in front of me again."
Mu Yun'an sat on the bed hugging the quilt. She looked at Wu Xuanye's unhappy expression and thought that she would ask about Xiao Chengyi's affairs when she woke up, but neglected his constant care. Anyone would be angry.
She whispered: "Thank you."
Wu Xuanye's face turned pale when he heard this. He picked up the things on the table and opened them, and a cool and delicate fragrance hit him.
Mu Yun'an looked at the thing in his hand, which was like ointment. Wu Xuanye took some with his fingers and applied it on her face.
She subconsciously shrank her neck and asked him suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
Wu Xuanye said: "Don't move."
He leaned closer, spread the ointment evenly on her face and said, "Your face is really ugly. I'm afraid you won't be interested in her on your wedding night."
Mu Yunan: "..."
She glared at him angrily. He didn't have to marry her if she wasn't interested, and no one was forcing him!
Wu Xuanye glanced at her and said: "If I don't marry you, I will die. Although I have lived for a hundred years, no one likes to die. It's great to live. As long as you live, there is hope."
Mu Yun'an's eyes flashed. As long as she was alive, there was hope. But could she still see hope? She only felt that her future was dark and she could not see anything.
She felt the itching on her face again, frowned and asked, "What did you put on me? Why is it itchy?"
Wu Xuanye said in an annoyed voice: "This is a good thing. It is a treasure of our Wu clan. It is called Jade Face Cream. This thing can remove scars and restore your appearance.
Fortunately, the injury on your face is a new one. As long as you apply it morning and night, your face will recover within a month. How about it? Are you very happy?"
Mu Yun'an doesn't feel happy. Xiao Chengyi is no longer here. What difference does it make whether her face is ugly or beautiful?
Seeing her unhappy look, Wu Xuanye obviously didn't like it. He took the ointment and said, "What? You don't want to restore your appearance? If you don't want to, then don't waste this treasure of mine?"
With that said, he took the ointment and left.
Mu Yun'an hurriedly grabbed his arm: "Who said I don't want to restore my appearance? Why do you have such a weird temper?"
She didn't say she didn't like it, she just thought of Xiao Chengyi again.
Wu Xuanye snorted: "You think I don't know what you are thinking? Do you think your appearance is just to please others?
If Xiao Chengyi is not here, you don't care whether you are beautiful or ugly. Is there only one Xiao Chengyi in your life?
Have you ever thought about your family and friends? I really hate people like you. You value love above all else. In fact, you are selfish and in vain."
The corners of Mu Yun'an's lips twitched, and she, who was always sharp-tongued, was speechless to retort.
Yes, what he said was right. There should be more than just love in life, but she just couldn't let go of her brother Yi. She felt that without him, she would have no light in her life.
Mu Yun'an lowered his head, calming his mind, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of blood on Wu Xuanye's sleeves.
She held his arm with some curiosity, lifted up his sleeve, and saw a long scratch on his arm, which was still bleeding.