"What is your purpose in taking me out of the dungeon?"
The youth's gaze was as cold as a frosty pool but carried a hint of aggression, as if he intended to dissect Chuzheng's soul.
Chuzheng glanced at him nonchalantly, "No purpose." I just wanted to be a good person.
"No purpose? Then why did you save me?" It seemed like a never-ending question.
"Because you...," the rest of the words faded away as if automatically muted, Chuzheng paused, "I've already said it before, believe it or not, it's up to you."
Chuzheng's indifferent tone left the youth rooted to the spot.
He watched Chuzheng walk away, the breeze brushing against his cheeks, bringing with it the scent of medicine, bitter with a tinge of astringency.
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Another three days passed.
Li Tang's injuries had mostly healed, and he was now capable of exerting some force.
