The person who arrived was Xiaowu. Xiaowu put down the food box she was carrying on the table and looked at Tang San with some concern, but she didn't ask anything.
Although others didn't know about Tang San's condition these past two days, Xiaowu, who had been delivering meals to him daily, was all too aware of it and filled with worry.
She had asked Master several times, but Master only told her that the problem Tang San was facing had to be figured out by himself.
Even Master hadn't anticipated that Tang San's situation was more dangerous than he had imagined.
Under the glow of the oil lamp, Xiaowu's delicate features seemed even more radiant, her pitch-black eyes, long scorpion braid, and those excessively long beautiful legs appeared more stunning. Even though she was only wearing the plain academy uniform, a refreshing aroma seemed to permeate from within her.
