Xie Liangchen sprinkled medicinal powder on Song Xian's wound and then wrapped it with a cloth.
Xie Liangchen said, "Chang Yue is more easygoing. It's easier to ask him questions than Chang An." Xie Liangchen hadn't expected it would be so easy to get information from Chang Yue; she thought he was naturally taciturn.
Thinking of Chang Yue's helpless expression, wanting to lie but unable to do so, Xie Liangchen found it amusing.
Under the lamplight, her expression relaxed again, which pleased Song Xian.
Her visit tonight was both joyful and worrisome for him.
He was concerned she might get hurt, yet happy that she was somewhat beginning to care for him.
Song Xian said, "When Chang Yue and Chang An first started following me, they were thirteen and fifteen. Chang Yue was talkative yet couldn't read people.
When I instructed them on tasks and merely glanced at them, Chang An would arrange everything, while Chang Yue remained clueless about what had happened.
