"Master, what's wrong with this dress? Master, what's wrong with your hand?" Liuying leaned over and took out a light purple gauze robe from the closet. As soon as he stood up, he saw the lady's hand on the book suddenly trembled, and then it rose up uncontrollably and hit the edge of the rosewood carved bed. He was so scared that he quickly threw away the clothes in his hand and rushed over to hold the lady's hand.
I saw that the white back of my hand was covered with bruises.
"Master, I will call the imperial physician."
"It's just a bruise. Why bother the imperial physician in the middle of the night?" Yu Yourong said with a smile. His eyes moved from the colorful cover of the storybook, the strange big face that kept making odd expressions and seemed to be attracting his attention, to Liuying's aggrieved little face.
"But master..." Liuying looked at him worriedly. The master's health was not good to begin with, and he might have some hidden illness after what happened just now.
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