Feng Yexuan's mood inexplicably improved quite a bit.
He even picked up the teapot and personally poured a cup for the girl sitting beside him.
"Your eyes are red, drink this tea and rest early."
Chu Qianli raised the cup and also glanced at him: "Your condition is not much better than mine, pale-faced... injured?"
"Just a minor injury, not worth mentioning."
Thus, Chu Qianli did not continue asking.
Although it was apparent he had suffered internal injuries, they shouldn't be too severe, and with a bit of rest, he would likely recover swiftly given his physical state.
Nonetheless, Chu Qianli had finished her cup of tea, and neither had any intention of leaving.
She held the cup, and his long fingers rested on the edge of the teapot.
Neither spoke, remaining silent for quite a while.
The breeze still quietly blew through.
It was unknown how much time passed before someone suddenly spoke.
"On Yuwen's side..."
"I will order someone to continue..."
