The two feet were resting together.
Xie Liangchen wore long boots for convenience of movement. She didn't feel it usually, but now compared to Song Xian's feet, hers seemed both smaller and thinner.
Xie Liangchen couldn't help but glance at Chen Yongsheng and Chen Zhongdong, fearing they might notice.
"Did you hurt your hand?" Song Xian looked at Xie Liangchen's fingers, which had two scars on them.
"It's nothing," Xie Liangchen said, "Just wear and tear from using the medicine knife, it's not a big deal." Initially, blisters had formed, but now most had healed.
In the current situation, Xie Liangchen couldn't afford to rest. Too many people were dying in battle. Although the corpses were buried as soon as possible, a plague still broke out in several villages. If left unchecked, it could easily spread.
Although Song Xian understood this clearly, he still frowned and turned to look at Chang An.
