He was fixated on taking Yun Qian to see the teacher, focusing so much on his anxiety that he overlooked Yun Qian's physical endurance being far inferior to that of a child.
Instinctively, he thought if Miss Yun was tired, he would just carry her, but he hadn't considered such a scenario.
"Miss, don't sleep now; here, eat a plum to refresh yourself." Xu Chang'an said, as he reached into Yun Qian's pocket and pulled out a plum, placing it close to her mouth.
Having something to eat decreases the likelihood of falling asleep.
He was truly worried sick.
Yun Qian opened her mouth and ate the plum.
Xu Chang'an suddenly widened his eyes, and then withdrew his fingers from beneath Yun Qian's veil, which were moist.
"Don't bite my fingers... Never mind, how does the plum taste?" Xu Chang'an tried to engage Yun Qian in conversation, while hurriedly moving towards the Sword Hall.
"Sour." Yun Qian frowned, feeling quite invigorated.
"We're almost there."
