Xie Liangchen was sitting on the wooden bench in the courtyard, contemplating the recent events, trying to piece together the whole story. As she became engrossed in her thoughts, she heard the sound of hooves at the door.
Xie Liangchen looked up and saw a fleeting figure moving swiftly, like a sudden gust of wind, stopping right in front of her and studying her up and down.
Song Xian's brows slightly furrowed, his expression more solemn than usual, which genuinely startled Xie Liangchen. It took a moment for her to gather herself before she quickly stood up and said, "Master."
Song Xian asked, "Is your foot injured?"
Xie Liangchen looked down and remembered that her right foot was indeed hurting, but it was only because she had bumped it hastily against the wheelbarrow; it didn't really count as an injury, and she hadn't paid it much mind, though it felt strange when she stood up suddenly.
Song Xian asked, "Did you let the doctor take a look?"
