An Ning shook her head, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Brother Lu to wait here a little longer."
An Ning knew that An Yu couldn't decide whether he would leave; it all depended on An Bingfeng.
She had spoken clearly; if he agreed to An Yu's return, she would wait for him here. If he disagreed, with his power, she couldn't do anything about it anyway.
Yet An Ning was still puzzled; who really wanted to take An Bingfeng's life?
Though the poison he was afflicted with wasn't immediately lethal, recovering wasn't something that could happen overnight. Even if the poison were neutralized, the physical wounds would still be significant.
"I'm fine." Brother Lu said.
She might never know that having this moment alone with her was a privilege he had longed for.
March's weather was already somewhat hot, especially now with the sun blazing down.
The breeze in the pavilion brought a touch of coolness to the hot weather.
