Meng Lan offered a small smile and retrieved a first-aid kit to tend to Xiang Wan’s wound. “Should I get some clothes ready for her?” she asked, her tone casual. “That won’t be necessary.” He Hanchuan walked to the table and stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. The sting of the alcohol on her wound was sharp, and a film of cold sweat broke out on Xiang Wan’s forehead. She bit down