Si Chu didn't speak; the hand he braced against the wall turned white at the knuckles from force, and blue veins bulged on the back of his hand. It was clear that he was enduring great pain at this moment.
Zhui Ying seemed to think of something, his expression changed. He took out a small vial from his person, quickly opened it, and poured out two pills to hand over, "Master, the medicine!"
Si Chu glanced at it, pursed his lips to accept the medicine, and tilted his head back to swallow it.
He closed his eyes and leaned quietly against the wall, tilting his head slightly to reveal a slender neck. His sharp Adam's apple moved slightly, and his rapid breathing gradually eased to a steady rhythm.
Zhui Ying watched him nervously from the side. Seeing that his furrowed brows finally began to relax and his complexion no longer looked as terrifying, he let out a sigh of relief, realizing his palms were sweating without his notice.
But soon, he became worried again.
