Yan Jiuchao had already snatched too much from him. He could not give him an Asura for nothing.
That night, Nangong Li came to Asura's courtyard with a bowl of medicine.
Asura was in a good mood tonight. The pain in his meridians did not cause him to be manic. He sat in front of the windowsill and repeatedly practiced the action of grinning. His cheeks were stiff and it was a little difficult to practice.
"Asura." Nangong Li smiled and walked over. "What are you doing?"
Asura did not want to do this to him. Asura turned around in a daze and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
Nangong Li placed a bowl of steaming medicine on the table. "You're injured. I brought you the medicine. Drink it."
Asura did not like medicine.
Nangong Li said softly, "Be obedient. Your injuries will only heal after drinking it."
Asura pursed his lips and drank the medicine in the end.
