"The strange poison is neutralized; your wounds should pose no further problem now."
The sky was gradually darkening... The young lady first broke the silence, yet her hand remained still after delivering the final warm current into his palm, which made Feng Yi feel at a loss, "Shall I get a cup of water for you, my lady?"
"Mm."
The young lady slightly nodded, her gaze full of genuine emotions and something indescribable, before slowly withdrawing her jade-like hand.
Feng Yi's thoughts inevitably became chaotic; it was the feeling of his heartbeat racing. He even hesitated to look directly at her, hastily preparing a cup of hot water and gently sliding it toward her...
The young lady sat elegantly upright as though she was no longer that shrewd and decisive person; her half-lowered eyelids rather conveyed a tender, girlish charm as she subtly commented, "Why does Sir keep avoiding my gaze?"
