"You're awake now?"
Lin Diyu only heard his master's voice. He forced his eyes half-open and looked at the two people beside him: Qin Tou and his master, Yang Lujia. For a moment, they looked like a small family.
"W-What happened?"
"We're back in the sect now," Yang Lujia said. "You collapsed after everything that happened. Now, you can relax. If you feel better, we will go outside for a fun trip. Like a vacation of some sort."
Qin Tou, who heard this, forgot his bedridden friend and spun around Yang Lujia. "Where are we going? Where are we going? Where? Where? Is it a good place?"
Anyone else might already have found him annoying, but Yang Lujia only found him adorable.
"That's a secret," he said, his index finger pressed vertically on his lips. "But we will go only after Lin Diyu's wounds heal—"
"No! We're going now!" Lin Diyu suddenly sat upright on the bed. "We're going now!"
