Xia Yinian didn't mind, she went over to help her pour water.
After the person on the bed finished drinking, she placed the cup down and opened the medicine box, sitting next to Yu Wanqing.
Looking at her injuries, Xia Yinian paused for a moment before opening the medicine box.
"Actually, you don't need to feel too guilty. If you promise me two things, I'll forgive you," Yu Wanqing's indifferent voice sounded.
"What things?"
Xia Yinian took out the anti-inflammatory liquid and cotton swabs from the medicine box, her response was casual, seemingly not taking Yu Wanqing's words to heart.
"First, serve me until I'm satisfied, and second, give Beicheng back to me," Yu Wanqing said gravely.
Xia Yinian dipped a bit of medicine and gently applied it to her thigh wound.
Yu Wanqing finally able to settle down and had the energy to set conditions, it was a good sign.
Her words from earlier were still swirling in Xia Yinian's mind.
