"There, now you're as good as new!" declared Li Yuilan, gently rubbing the cheek of Xie Qing, where a small wound had been.
She looked pleased that she had managed to heal the man's wound and now sat beside him, swinging her legs in the air while perched on a high stool.
Zhang Mei merely cast a silent glance at the two and muttered something under her breath before continuing her work.
***
"Festival?"
Xie Qing raised an eyebrow, sipping tea on the balcony. Beside him sat Li Yuilan in her usual white, closed dress, smiling gently and "looking at him." Well, "looking" was not quite accurate, but it seemed as if she was staring at him.
