Zhou Fan took a deep breath, circulating the meager amount of True Qi in his body through his limbs and meridians. He then stood up, no longer needing support, and walked to He Muzi's side.
"A lot of people suddenly arrived in town today. Every one of them seemed to be in a rush, as if they were searching for something, but they were all unapproachable."
He Muzi kept her beautiful eyes fixed on the view outside the window. Her voice was soft, but it carried just enough for Zhou Fan to hear her clearly.
"You're not a wingsuit flying enthusiast, are you? And you didn't fall because of a wingsuiting accident," He Muzi said softly.
"Yeah, you're right," Zhou Fan nodded. "But either way, I have to thank you for saving my life." As if by some unspoken agreement, neither turned to look at the other. They simply watched each other's blurry reflections in the glass.
