Zuo Xingyun finished his medicine and gave her a look, "I'm not that weak, let's stick to the plan."
After speaking, he lay down by himself and closed his eyes, "Turn off the light."
Xiang Wan softly wished him goodnight, turned off the light for him, and left quietly.
Having arrived late last night, everyone had slept in until noon before getting up.
Xiang Wan, concerned about Zuo Xingyun's wellbeing, made it her first order of business to check on him upon waking.
Unexpectedly, he was already awake and fully dressed.
He seemed to have a special fondness for black: a black sweater, a black coat, and even his snow boots were pure black, making his complexion appear even fairer.
He seemed in better shape than last night, but it was still evident that the cold hadn't entirely cleared up, his eyes and brows bore a trace of listlessness.
"Do you want to stay in the room and rest? I can bring you something to eat, and you can skip going out today," Xiang Wan asked for his opinion.
