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She knew in her heart that he had been a hair’s breadth away from death just now. Besides, with something like gunpowder, if the dosage is off, anything could be destroyed.
“And also, since you’ve made this thing, don’t experiment with it too often,” Hedy couldn’t help but remind him again, blowing on the wound slightly as she cleaned it with alcohol, as if trying to ease his pain.
Leonardo focused on her dark, wavy hair that had fallen over her shoulders and her gemstone-like light blue eyes, becoming somewhat mesmerized.
Having known Hedwig for so long, why hadn’t he paid more attention to her in those first few years?
Perhaps it was because of the copper sulfate blue she gave him at the beginning that he couldn’t help but linger around variousnew things.
He suddenly remembered the words Atalante had said to him when he was avoiding himself.
“The more you hesitate, the less you’ll love her.”
Even without a response, loving her would still make him feel as if he were blessed by the gods.
And if she did respond…
Leonardo suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why hadn’t he noticed all the wonderful things about her sooner?
If only he had fallen in love with her earlier.
Hedy didn’t notice that he had drifted off into his endless thoughts again. After confirming that all the wounds had been treated, she clapped her hands and stood up.
“You really kept your promise, not a sound of complaint,” she said, feeling much lighter, before bending down to kiss his forehead. “Mr. Scientist, you should get some rest. Tomorrow is another busy day.”
Leonardo looked up at her and suddenly said, “Kiss me again.”
He was starting to savor the sweetness of it.
“Are you being coquettish?” Hedy couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Don’t let your wounds touch water, remember?”
“Mm, I’ll remember,” Leonardo said, standing to see her off. But after walking a few steps, he turned and asked, “When can I see you tomorrow?”
She glanced at him and tapped his head with her hand. “Isn’t it always at breakfast?”
“Alright,” he nodded. “I’ll see you then.”
After Hedy left, Leonardo cautiously reached up to touch his forehead, then his cheek.
Does this mean… she cares about me too?
—If Botticelli were here, he would definitely know what to do next.
He heard that guy had gone to Venice to paint again. I wonder if he’s currently holding some girl while watching an opera.
Leonardo looked down, carefully checking the bandages, ensuring they were in place. He packed up the papers he had left there and prepared to head to his room to sleep.
As he took a few steps, his thoughts once again turned to her.
During the explosion earlier, she hadn’t waited for the dust to settle—she rushed straight toward him, frantically searching for him…
Hedy… does she care about me?
That night, he slept soundly.
The next day, they held a military meeting and finalized the project list for improving firearms and cannons.
The scouts soon brought in reports from various regions, detailing the situations in different cities.
