"I'm already fine, the wounds have all scabbed over," Yun Jue said. "Didn't you hear what Brother Qingrun said? Proper exercise will help you recover faster; you keep making me rest, and I'm about to waste away."
Muu Qingwan couldn't out-argue him, so she had to give in.
The two of them walked out of the small building side by side, heading towards a nearby supermarket.
They walked and talked, laughing; their pace was slow and leisurely, like they were on a spring outing.
As they walked past a tree-lined path, Yun Jue suddenly heard a bodyguard shout from behind, "Young master, watch out!"
At the same time, Yun Jue saw a flash of cold light. He instinctively pushed Muu Qingwan aside, and that cold flash slashed on the arm he used to push her away.
Blood splattered instantly, and Muu Qingwan's eyes immediately reddened.
