Gu Tiancheng was knocked unconscious.
You Mingxu knew how to measure her strength, she knew the blow was just enough to give him a mild concussion. She still held him with one hand while the other rummaged through his pocket. She pulled out a cigarette, took a puff, and sighed long and deeply. She squinted and looked up.
The fool stood a few meters away from them, holding a dagger in one hand and a rock in the other, ready to pounce at any signs of trouble. Their gazes met. Despite his disheveled and blood-stained appearance, his teary eyes wide open, he grinned and let out a big laugh.
You Mingxu chuckled and said, "Fool."
He understood that, stared blankly for a moment, looked at the ground, then quickly glanced back at her, then back at the ground again, as if he was upset with her and refused to engage.
