Xie Xingyun leaned against the door and narrowed his eyes. "There's no hurry."
Bai Xianyu looked at him and suddenly remembered the wound on his back yesterday.
But looking at him, he should have already taken care of it.
He was the one who said to hurry, and he was also the one who said there was no need to hurry. She was still thinking of rushing to Buddha Temple to see what was so special about it.
It was a quiet rainy night. The moon hid in the dark clouds, and the wind blew the rain gently.
The house was warm and dry, like a fortified city.
Bai Xianyu had slept during the day and her mind was exceptionally clear.
She recalled many things from the past.
