Li Qingmu spoke slowly, his demeanor calm and unperturbed. However, Long Yue noticed that his hand hidden in his sleeve was slightly trembling, a sign of extreme anger.
"Husband..."
She stepped forward and gently held his hand.
His hand was somewhat cold. According to Duanmu Nan, this indicated he had suffered a grave injury, leading to weakened energy and blood, but fortunately, he was young, and with proper care, he could recover.
"I'm fine."
He said with a faint smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Long Yue knew he was saying this to keep her from worrying, which made her feel even worse.
"Who is Qian Yi?"
"There's a portrait!"
Li Qingmu turned and went inside to retrieve a scroll. After three months of recuperation, his right hand was now fine for holding a pen.
"The painting is excellent, lifelike!"
