"Eh? Did the wind pick up?"
Shen Weixi suddenly felt a chill down his back, couldn't resist touching his neck, and asked Yun Ran.
A flash of insight came to Yun Ran's mind, and she narrowed her eyes to observe the surroundings. The crowd was bustling like water, with no abnormalities.
Was it just an illusion?
She seemed to have sensed a familiar killing intent just now?
"Yue'er, you're weak, let's not stand in the wind, why not find a tavern to eat something?"
"Sure! Let's go to Drunken Immortal Inn."
It's two streets away! Just fitting her idea of parading through the market.
Shen Weixi grabbed her hand, "I have so much to tell you! Let's talk as we walk."
"Yue'er, are your injuries healed? King Qin said you were sick, what kind of illness did you have? Was it serious?"
Yun Ran rolled her eyes mentally: [Nangong Mo, that dog! He's the one who's sick!]
However, she responded smoothly, "Just caught a cold accidentally, I'm fine now! Weixi, don't worry!"
