Xia Yingluo calmed down and stopped.
She knew he would be fine. The last time when she left on the warship at the Wei Family's base, he had fallen from such a high place and had been fine. This time, he didn't even really fall off the cliff. She looked up and watched as the staff rescued him. They brought him to the crew's side safely.
His face was a little pale, but he was in relatively good spirits. He looked at her and smiled leisurely. "I'm fine, don't worry."
"I didn't worry about you," she said coldly, but involuntarily asked, "How did you slip?"
He had a deeper smile in his eyes. "My hand accidentally slipped."
Nearby, the accompanying doctor and several assistants gathered around, busily examining him.
