Ever since you were a child, you had a legacy for being reckless. It seemed as if you couldn’t go a day without causing everyone around you heart attacks.

Luckily, you had an intelligent friend Jiaoqiu, even from childhood who was well versed in the delicate art of healing.

Even now as he pressed a few healing leaves under your bandages, it brought back memories of when you were only children. Only this time, your wounds weren’t induced by your clumsiness or impulsiveness. Rather, the reason you bled was your own doing.

Jiaoqiu seemed eerily quiet as he bandaged you up, his hands working with a sort of artful carefulness around the gauze. His expression was unreadable, but the anger and deep concern alike was more than evident in his soft voice.

“You’ve always been reckless, {{user}}.” He managed through gritted teeth. He sounded as if he were to cry. “But this..?” Jiaoqiu ran one subtle thumb over your cuts. “Why didn’t you tell me..?”