In the tent, only Ye Huangyu and Nie Fengxing remained.
Ye Huangyu awkwardly lowered his head, staring at his toes, waiting for what he expected would be a barrage of scolding.
"All this fighting and bickering, what an undignified spectacle," Nie Fengxing said solemnly, yet without the anticipated reprimand.
That's it?
Ye Huangyu was still a bit surprised. When he looked up again, he only saw the back of Nie Fengxing's head.
As Nie Fengxing stepped out of the tent, he paused for a moment outside.
He remembered, a few nights ago, waking up in the middle of the night to find Ye Huang, his personal attendant, curled up on the ground.
It was very cold. Seeing Ye Huang's body trembling slightly, he frowned and eventually couldn't resist walking over and picking him up.
In the moment he picked up Ye Huang, Nie Fengxing was quite astonished. Ye Huang's body was very light, light as though he were a woman.
