"No matter how long I'm at it, you have to keep an eye on me."
He turned and looked at her, his voice both low and deep.
Qin Mu couldn't help being curious as she sized him up; why was he acting so strange today?
"Haven't you always been the one who dotes on me the most, afraid that I'll get sore feet from standing too long?"
Although the hike wasn't finished, they had at least made some progress. Freezing like a dog up there, he managed to cook after changing his clothes once they got back. He seemed reliable, and she still felt a bit chilly.
"Sore feet? Did you ever complain about your feet hurting when you went to Jian Yan's apartment every day?"
He asked in a quiet voice, his deep gaze once again falling on her.
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat. Visiting Jian Yan?
"Master is sick, and as his only disciple, shouldn't I go see him?"
Qin Mu finally understood his sudden change, so she stepped forward to argue with him.
"He's sick? What illness?"
