"Yexuan, I didn't do it on purpose, it's just that your headache seems to have gotten worse recently, so I..."
Fen Ling hastily stood up, glancing at the bowl of medicine on the table.
"Yexuan, don't be mad, I won't do it again."
Feng Yexuan paid no attention to her.
His headache was severe tonight, and he was not in the mood to talk more with her.
He gestured with his hand.
Fen Ling quickly said, "Yexuan, you should drink the medicine first, it's getting cold."
"No need..."
"Yexuan, this is medicine that Master personally went to the snowy mountains to collect for you, it's a testament to Master's efforts."
Fen Ling knew exactly where Feng Yexuan's weakness lay. She whispered, "This time, while collecting the medicine, Master rolled down from the snowy mountain... and hurt her leg..."
"I've said that she didn't need to gather any herbs for me!" Feng Yexuan felt a pang in his heart, and his brow furrowed.
