Mo Weiran had sustained internal injuries, which, although not severe, definitely couldn't be healed just by acupuncture.
After Gu Zhiqi had inserted a few needles into Mo Weiran and used her spiritual power to help him regulate his breath to ensure he wouldn't die, she packed away her needles.
The moment she stowed away the needles, a hand appeared before her, a hand holding a handkerchief.
Gu Zhiqi lifted her gaze and glanced at Su Yunling.
When Su Yunling saw her look up and just stare straight back at him without taking the handkerchief, he spoke up, "Sweat, wipe it off."
Upon hearing this, Gu Zhiqi lightly arched her brow with a languid smile, "Thank you, big brother."
As she said this, she reached out and took the handkerchief from Su Yunling's hand, the cool feeling of it grazing her fingertips caused Su Yunling to involuntarily curl his fingers.
For the first time, he realized how cold her fingers were.
