Chapter 483

Yan Ziyuan's wrist was in pain when he was holding it, and her heart seemed to be in pain. She struggled abruptly: "Take your dirty hands away!"

Gu Ziyan's expression changed slightly, and he let go of his hand subconsciously.

He let go a little faster, and Yan Ziyuan happened to struggle vigorously again. By coincidence, Yan Ziyuan was shaken, took a few steps back, couldn't stand, and sat on the ground with a plop. Coincidentally, her head was hitting the corner of a table next to her!

There was blood running down her forehead.

Everyone didn't seem to expect this scene, and stayed.

Gu Ziyan's face changed, and he reached out to help her: "Zi Yuan..."

Yan Ziyuan turned slightly to one side, as if scalded by the fire, avoiding his hand.

Her accompanying little maid rushed over early and hurriedly helped her up from the ground, almost crying: "Miss, you are bleeding..."

Yan Ziyuan shook her head: "It doesn't matter." Her forehead was burning hot, but compared to the pain in her heart, what was the pain in her forehead?

She touched it so hard, the blood on her forehead was solid, and in the blink of an eye it had already flowed onto her cheeks.

The little maid was in a hurry to treat her wounds, but this time she went out because she was participating in the piano meeting and the activities of the literati, so the little maid did not prepare those ointments for falls. At this time, I was in a hurry and turned around: "Miss, this servant should be damned, she didn't bring any ointment."

"I have it here." A hand stretched out, holding a bottle of Jinchuang medicine in the palm.

A very beautiful hand, at first glance, it is playing the piano, and looking down the fingers, it is Gu Ziyan's uncomfortable face.

The little maid looked at Yan Ziyuan, Yan Ziyuan turned a blind eye to the hand, tore off a piece of her sleeve, raised her hand and wrapped it around her head: "It's just a skin injury, no need for medication."

She raised her sleeves, revealing her once white wrist, with a circle of black purple on her wrist, which Gu Ziyan held out just now in a hurry.

Gu Ziyan's eyes turned from her bleeding forehead to Wu Zi's wrist, and her face paled even more.

He raised his hand and held the hand that Zi Yuan was about to bandage, and shoved the ointment in his palm onto her hand: "This wound must be treated, otherwise there will be scars..."

Yan Ziyuan suddenly took back her hand. She moved a lot, and Gu Ziyan was also scruples. Even the medicine bottle in the palm of his hand fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and the ointment flowed all over the floor.

"Crack!" With a sound, Gu Ziyan's heart seemed to shatter along with the medicine bottle.

Gu Ziyan paused, looking at her angry eyes: "Zi Yuan, I didn't mean it just now..."

Yan Ziyuan took a deep breath and pulled the corners of her lips: "I know." You just care about your appearance and it's messy, you can't tolerate her being hurt a little.

Yan Ziyuan smiled bitterly in her heart, she understood everything, it was just that this relationship could not be solved for a while, so that she would be hurt repeatedly because of a little thing...

There seemed to be water vapor in her eyes, and she didn't want to stay here anymore.

She was already embarrassed, and she didn't want to make herself more embarrassed to cry here...

Just as she was about to bandage the wound, she immediately took a small boat and left, and silently stretched out a hand behind her with ointment in her palm: "Miss Yan, use this."

Yan Ziyuan looked up and looked into the eyes of a young man in black.

The black-clothed youth's eyes were calm and calm, but the palm holding the ointment was stable.

Yan Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief...