After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 134 The Nameless Helper Treats Huan'er's Wounds

Huan'er huddled in a corner of the Prince's mansion's backyard, surrounded by silence, with only her soft sobs breaking the silence.

She clutched a handkerchief stained with blood tightly in her hand. The wound on her forehead was still bleeding, and she could only wipe it carefully, wincing in pain with each touch. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not cry out, letting them stream down her face, soaking her clothes.

Nameless dragged his heavy steps, dejectedly passing by the backyard. Suddenly, a suppressed sob reached his ears. He paused, his face full of confusion, and quickened his pace in the direction of the sound.

As he approached, he saw Huan'er sitting there alone, weeping. The wound on her forehead was faintly visible in the dim moonlight. Wuming frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly walked towards her, his footsteps rustling softly on the fallen leaves.

Wuming paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "Are you... alright?" His eyes held a hint of concern and doubt, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Huan'er subconsciously looked up at him. Her face, still wet with tears, looked pitiful. But she quickly wiped away her tears, blew her nose, and forced a smile, replying, "N-nothing!" But her smile couldn't hide her sadness and unease.

The nameless man pointed to the wound on her forehead and continued to press, "You..."

Huan'er's eyes darted away, trying her best to hide her injury. She lowered her head and whispered, "Oh, I bumped into something by accident. It's just a minor injury. I can take care of it myself!"

Although Wuming felt something was amiss, he didn't ask any more questions. He simply walked slowly to her side and sat down, saying softly, "Don't move, let me take a look." His gaze was focused and firm, as if everything around him had ceased to exist, except for the wound on Huan'er's forehead.

He gently reached out, his movement as light as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping baby, and dipped the corner of his sleeve into the clear water in the basin. The water droplets shimmered in the moonlight, rolling down like pearls. He leaned forward slightly, closer to Huan'er, his breathing steady and soft, his eyes fixed on the wound, his brow slightly furrowed. His earnest expression was as if he were sculpting a masterpiece of art.

His sleeve touched the edge of the wound, and he carefully twirled it, gently wiping away the blood and grime, each touch filled with boundless tenderness. Huan'er's gaze was fixed on Wuming, her eyes filled with surprise and emotion, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she dared not blink, afraid of breaking this tender moment.

Huan'er was immediately startled, her body trembled slightly, and her voice trembled with surprise: "You..." Her eyes quickly welled up with tears, which were filled with emotion and warmth. She watched as Wuming carefully treated her wounds, as if time had stood still at that moment.

"Don't be afraid, I'll treat your wound. If you don't treat it, it will get infected, and then you'll have such a big scar on your face. A girl with a centipede-like scar on her face, wouldn't she cry her eyes out!" Wuming said jokingly, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.

"Pfft~" Huan'er was amused and gently pursed her lips. Looking at him, she felt much more relieved, and the sadness from before dissipated.

Wuming smiled at her, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time. That smile was the only one he'd ever smiled when he saw Lin Qianqian. At this moment, he thought of Lin Qianqian again, and the thought stirred a ripple in his heart.

Seeing that he had suddenly fallen silent, Huan'er's eyes flashed with worry, and she asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Wuming seemed to be suddenly pulled from some kind of thought, his body trembled slightly, and then he came back to his senses. He quickly squeezed out a smile, but the smile was a little forced. He said, "It's nothing~ Well, it's getting late, I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep first!" He bowed slightly to Huan'er, his movements a little stiff.

When he turned around, his steps were slow and he seemed absent-minded, as if a part of his soul was still stuck in the situation he had just been in.

Huan'er watched his departing figure, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, as if she had been thrown back into loneliness after this brief encounter; there was also some confusion, not understanding why Wuming was acting so strangely all of a sudden; and there was also a trace of indescribable anticipation, hoping that the next encounter would unravel the mystery in her heart.

She sat there quietly for a long time, letting the night breeze ruffle her hair, her thoughts drifting away. She didn't know how much time had passed before she got up and went back to her room.

A good night's sleep.