Lu Fengxuan was the first to speak when they entered the hospital room, asking Lu Xingye to find a place to sit. After that, the two, who hadn't met in a long time, remained silent, facing each other.
Lu Xingye, with his long legs crossed, sat on a chair by the bed, letting his gaze travel from head to toe over her.
"I'm okay," Lu Fengxuan said.
For some time now, her emotions towards Lu Xingye had not been as initially tense and indignant.
Time is such a tormenting thing.
Noticing his intense concern, she rarely added, "I just got a minor injury; I'll be fine after a few days of rest, no big deal."
Lu Xingye raised his brows, as his slender fingers twirled the dagger in his hand, the bloodstains on the blade still fresh.
"You..." Lu Fengxuan couldn't help but frown, "I hope what happened earlier won't happen again. This is a hospital; could you be a bit more considerate?"
