"Yichen," Every time she saw his back view, Ling Chuxi would feel a burst of heartache.
"You guys are here." Ling Yichen turned around and revealed a calm smile. It was as if he had already seen through the affairs of the world and was neither happy nor worried.
"Let me see your injuries." Said Ling Chuxi as she sat down.
Ling Yichen didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and allowed Ling Chuxi to feel his pulse.
Ling Chuxi's brows were tightly knitted together, and her eyes clearly revealed her anxiety. Compared to the last time, his injuries had become a little more serious.
"I'm fine, don't worry. " Ling Yichen was naturally aware of the changes in his injuries, but his expression remained calm as he consoled Ling Chuxi.
"Okay, take this pill first." Ling Chuxi took out the spirit marrow pill.
