Having been cooped up in the hotel for over ten days, Luo Qianqian's wound had finally healed to a faint pink scar. Hu Si had left a tube of ointment and lifted her ban on contact with water, so for the past few days, Qianqian had been washing her face with a towel. She had managed to clean from her chest down a few times, but her hair had not been washed at all and was now quite a sight.
After a delightful bath, Luo Qianqian had not lifted her dietary restrictions but calmly ate the freshly made porridge from the hotel.
A while later, Hu Si returned with a new note in hand, "Mission; let's not have any more mishaps."
Qianqian nodded in agreement at Hu Si's reminder; she didn't want that either, after all—who would have thought she would just happen to run into a blade? These past few days, she had also learned about Feng and Jin's backgrounds, which is why she was no longer very resistant.
