Thousands of kilometers away from Su Ling, who had drifted off to dreamland, in a city in the north.
"Brother, he's so badly injured, will he die?" Rao Can looked at the man covered in blood, his original features indiscernible, and asked Rao Beichen with a worried frown.
Rao Beichen shushed her and glanced at Rao Can. "Go and prepare some hot water for me."
"Okay." Rao Can responded and obediently got up to leave the room.
After Rao Can left, Rao Beichen continued his work, tending to the wounds of the man who was unconscious from severe blood loss.
By the time Rao Can returned with hot water, Rao Beichen had already finished bandaging the man's wounds.
A towel was placed in the hot water. Rao Beichen wrung out the towel halfway and then used it to wipe away the blood and dirt from the man's face.
When Rao Beichen had finished cleaning the blood and dirt from the man's face, revealing his true features, the Rao siblings were met with a handsome, gaunt face.
And on the left side, directly beneath the eyelid, was a beauty mark.
The man was still unconscious, his brows furrowed and his fists clenched.
Su Ling was not present. If she were, she would have recognized this man instantly as Shang Qi, whom she was desperately trying to find.
But was he truly Shang Qi?
Rao Can stood by, slightly bending over and staring at the man. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother, he's so handsome."
It was a handsomeness with a strong masculine aura and spirit.
It was a handsomeness that exuded a graceful, refreshing aura, captivating at first glance.
While his face was pleasing to the eye, his demeanor, build, and muscular lines were the bonus points, the aspects that made him endlessly fascinating.
Rao Beichen turned his head at the sound, only to see Rao Can engrossed in staring at the man.
At such close proximity, if she leaned any closer, she would almost be kissing his face.
Rao Beichen's eyes darkened. He reached out and grabbed Rao Can by the neck, pulling her back. After establishing a safe distance, he spoke, "What, you like him? Do you need me to keep him here and arrange a marriage when he wakes up?"
Rao Can, who had intended to complain about Rao Beichen hurting her, disregarded her complaint upon hearing his words. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Rao Beichen, grabbing his arm with immense joy. "Really?"
Rao Beichen's words were meant in jest, but he hadn't expected Rao Can to be so literal and take him seriously. He found it both infuriating and amusing.
Shaking off Rao Can's grasp, Rao Beichen impatiently said, "Get out. I need to clean him up."
Rao Can looked at Rao Beichen, then at Shang Qi, still covered in blood. She pouted, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing and obediently turned to leave the room.
After she left, Rao Beichen held his forehead, a look of a headache on his face, then sighed and resignedly sat by the bed.
Looking at the man's face, Rao Beichen said, "You're as charming as ever to women. My sister met you for the first time and was instantly smitten. I wonder what kind of woman you will eventually fall for."
After saying this, for some unknown reason, Su Ling's face appeared in Rao Beichen's mind.
That beautiful and striking woman with short hair.
After speaking to himself, Rao Beichen reached for scissors to cut open the man's clothes. As soon as his hand moved, before it even touched the man, a hand firmly grasped his.
Rao Beichen looked at the hand gripping his wrist, his gaze shifting upwards to the man's face.
The man was awake now, his eyes as dark as ink and as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at him.
The hand gripping his wrist was tightening, the growing pain a clear signal to Rao Beichen that he needed to act.
Rao Beichen put down the scissors and looked at the man with keen interest. "Wen Shang Qi, long time no see."