Seeing Ailin, Nan Mufeng's headache intensified, and he snapped, "What are you doing here?"
Ailin was startled and immediately teared up, looking aggrieved.
Her complexion was very pale, and she looked like a shadow of her former self, devoid of her usual arrogant demeanor and appearing weak and pitiable.
Nan Mufeng knew he'd been too harsh and softened his tone a bit, "If you're hurt, you shouldn't be running around."
"I came to see how you were..." Ailin said softly.
"What's there to see? I'm not dead yet." Nan Mufeng waved his hand dismissively, "Xiao Hang, help her back to rest!"
"Yes..."
Ailin shook off Xiao Hang's hand and walked toward Nan Mufeng.
Given that she was injured, Xiao Hang didn't dare to insist.
"You..." Nan Mufeng's lip twitched, "What madness is this?"
"I came to thank you for taking the knife for me yesterday." Ailin sat down by Nan Mufeng's bedside and said earnestly, "Nan, it's been a long time since we fought together."
