Chen Nan smiled and said, "You're quite considerate, thank you."
Hua Xian'er glanced at him but said nothing, turned around, and left. A few minutes later, she returned with two wild chickens, cleaned them, and roasted them using Fire Magic.
She looked at Chen Nan and handed him a roasted chicken, "Can you eat by yourself?"
"I think so."
Chen Nan used his hand to prop himself up, sitting back against the large bamboo beside him, but he exerted too much force and tugged at the sword wound on his chest.
Hua Xian'er quickly stood up and sat down beside him, watching the blood seeping from his chest. She said irritably, "Don't move around. Clearly, you can't handle it but still trying to act tough. If the wound bursts open, I'm not going to bother with you."
Looking at her hands covering his wound, Chen Nan held her hand and smiled, "It seems you do care about me."
Hua Xian'er looked at the hand he was holding, her expression complex.
