A shocking breeze, though completely devoid of danger, swept by — carrying along with it the bewilderment of Zhou Mei and Xi Muyao.
Naturally, even this intense embrace was difficult for the two to process, as such behavior was hardly normal when directed at a convalescent.
As fate would have it, Xiao Ming casually rose to his feet, dusting off his sleeves before lifting his gaze — eyes pure and clear as tranquil water.
"Little Brother Xiao, you're still hiding something from me," Xi Muyao said, frowning in confusion.
"Senior Brother Xi, I honestly don't know how... but I think my injuries healed on their own," Xiao Ming replied earnestly, leaving Xi Muyao shaking his head with a long, helpless sigh.
"Junior Brother Xiao, explain how you managed to get injured on the third day after accepting a mission," Zhou Mei asked, her tone tinged with only the faintest emotion.
