Crack!
Because Luo Qi had been deep in thought, the plum-blossom-proud-in-snow porcelain teacup in her hand fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.
Only then did Luo Qi snap back to her senses. She hurriedly crouched down to clean up the shards on the floor.
"Ah!"
Luo Qi cried out. Her finger had been cut by a shard, and bright red blood was seeping from the wound.
Li Yan quickly pushed the door open and entered. He pulled Luo Qi up from the floor and asked concernedly, "How did you get hurt? Be more careful. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll help you."
Then he pulled a small white bottle from his pocket and poured some of the medicinal powder inside onto the wound on her finger. He went into the inner room, took out a clean cotton cloth, and wrapped Luo Qi's injured finger with it. "Don't get it wet."
"I'm fine." Luo Qi looked unsettled as she said, "Back when I ran a bun shop in Jiangnan, I got hurt plenty of times too."
"So because you were injured before, you can keep getting injured now?" Li Yan scolded.
Luo Qi froze. She had never expected her taciturn husband to say such moving words.
Her eyes reddened as she looked at Li Yan. "Mu Yang is fighting someone. I can feel it—I can feel that he's in danger."
"He'll be fine." Li Yan tightened his grip on his wife's hand and comforted her. "Nothing will happen to him. Old Man Lu and the Eldest Young Master have always taken exceptional care of Mu Yang. They won't allow anything to happen to him either."
Tears streamed down Luo Qi's face. "If he survives this calamity, I'll accept my fate even if we have to return