Even after all this time, Shang's appearance remained as immaculate as ever, with minimal creases on his clothes and brown leather shoes which were polished so bright they nearly shone in the dark. The difference between him and the duo was akin to the gentle moonlight on the sky versus two clumps of mud buried deep within the cracks of the Earth.
Shang's gaze swept over Gu Luoxin lightly before landing on Shen Nianzu, zeroing in on the dark crimson patch on his shirt. He let out a small surprised sound from his throat. "Oh no, you're injured. Would you like my help?" he offered with an earnest look.
