Chen Muxue stared at Xiao An with her emerald-like eyes, the thin yet remarkably upright posture of the little girl reflected in her pupils.
Xiao An hesitated for a moment, then directly took a piece of clothing from the clothesline, deftly tore it into strips, and began to bandage Chen Muxue.
"This fabric, although expensive and soft, is not strong. You need to bind this wound tightly, or else it won't heal well." Xiao An explained like a doctor to a patient, her hands moving cleanly and efficiently.
"Hmm? Strange, it's not in the woodpile either? Xiao An! Have you seen a cat around here?!" Aunty's voice came from the yard.
"It might hurt a bit later, don't make a sound."
Staring into Chen Muxue's eyes, Xiao An warned before responding to Aunty, "No, I haven't! I think I saw a cat squeezing through that hole just now!"
Earlier, in a rush, Xiao An hadn't had time to clean the blood stains off the ground.
