"Senior Brother, where did you go just now?" In the hall, Mu Qing placed the blanket he had carried on the table. As he tidied it, he turned around and said to Mu Ting, whose face was a little pale.
Mu Ting replied distractedly, "I didn't go anywhere."
Mu Qing stopped the half-covered blanket and said to him, "You don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell? I'll call Doctor Cui to take a look at you!"
"No need. I'm fine." Mu Ting turned around and found a bench to sit down on.
Mu Qing followed him and walked around to him. Ignoring his dodging, he held his face and said, "That's not right. I think you have something on."
"It's a little tiring after the trip," Mu Ting said indifferently as he avoided his gaze and removed his hand.
Mu Qing did not suspect anything. He pursed his lips and said, "That's why I told you to stay in town for a night first. It's the same if we travel tomorrow morning! There's no need to be so anxious!"
