A shocking breeze bearing literally no danger blew and bore with it, the confusion of Zhou Mei and Xi Muyao.
Naturally, even this ferocious hugging was something strange to process for the two as it was something unusual to give to a convalescent.
As one would have it, Xiao Ming got up casually and dusted his sleeves before looking up with a gaze, pure and clear like water.
"Little Brother Xiao, you are still not telling me something" Xi Muyao said with a confused frown.
"Senior Brother Xi, I really don't know how, but I think my injuries just healed themselves" Xiao Ming answered with all truthfulness while Xi Muyao could only shake his head and sigh with difficulty.
"Junior Brother Xiao, explain how you got injured on the third day after taking a mission" Zhou Mei asked with only little emotion in her tone.
