"Mmm..."
Ya Sang slowly awoke, immediately seeing Wang Xu beside him.
The memory of Wang Xu slaughtering the Iron Blood horse thieves surged like a tide, causing Ya Sang to jump up in shock, his body curling at the corner of the bed.
"Ya Sang, thank you."
Wang Xu's voice was somewhat hoarse and stiff, but his icy expression slightly softened in front of Ya Sang, still retaining a sense of intimidation.
Seeing Wang Xu seem to have returned to normal, Ya Sang's face flushed slightly. He lowered his head, his small hands twisting the edges of his clothes, unsure of what to say.
"It's... it's me... I should be thanking you instead."
After a long silence, Ya Sang finally spoke haltingly.
Her voice was very soft, a bit lost.
But soon, Ya Sang seemed to remember something, her gaze nervously scanning around, and when she saw her parents lying peacefully not far away, she breathed a sigh of relief.
