"Um, your beard..." Luo Yan said awkwardly, "I disturbed your sleep. You can go back to sleep!"
Shen Yu sat up and touched his chin. "What's wrong with my beard?"
"It seems, it's not silver." Luo Yan whispered. Inspecting someone's beard seemed a bit inappropriate.
"It's silver-gray." Shen Yu raised his hand and rubbed his chin.
The previously slightly bluish stubble had indeed turned silver-gray. Luo Yan widened her eyes in wonder.
"I haven't washed my face in three days." Shen Yu lifted his hand to squeeze his own shoulder.
Seven injured individuals, concentrated treatment over three days—this enduring "battle" is even more exhausting than installing Brain Chips in people!
Luo Yan: "..."
She turned and walked away.
Shen Yu hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to sleep!" Luo Yan didn't turn back.
Shen Yu: "..." Was she bothered by his dirtiness?
Forget it, I'm exhausted! Sleep is the priority now; I'll deal with everything else after I'm rested.
