Xie Xun woke up after midnight. The doctor prescribed some pain-relieving medicine, which Nuanyang helped him drink. Charcoal burned in the room, with one window left open for ventilation. Fengyu sat beside him, keeping him company. When she saw him awaken, she hastily brought him a cup of warm water. Xie Xun was in such pain that he couldn't sit up; every slight movement sent searing pain shooting through his bones.
"Don't move!" Fengyu's heart ached for him. She pressed down on his shoulder, her brows knit tight. Supporting his head carefully, she helped him drink the water. Xie Xun let out a muffled groan. "It hurts so much!"
"You realize it hurts now? Sparring is sparring, but why did you both fight as if you wanted to kill each other? You're bedridden, and Brother Fang is seriously injured too." Fengyu didn't want to blame him, but she was genuinely furious.
