Fengyu washed herself thoroughly from head to toe, even washing her hair several times, finally feeling completely refreshed. Feiying even brought in brand-new bed sheets and covers. Fengyu's hair was still damp when Xie Jue arrived. Xie Jue and Fang Chuning were always inseparably close, living together, eating together. Except when Fang Chuning was out on the battlefield and Xie Jue was guarding the rear, Fengyu truly came to understand Xie Xun's joke about them being like conjoined twins—they were indeed always together.
When Xie Jue entered, Fengyu was sitting in the tent drying her hair. Her clothes were neatly worn, yet her unkempt, loose hair appeared utterly improper in Xie Jue's eyes. But Fengyu didn't care—after all, this was Xie Xun's face, and it had nothing to do with her.
"Second Brother, is something wrong?" Fengyu asked with a hint of nervousness. Due to her injuries still not fully healed, her face was deathly pale, making her look somewhat pitiable.
