Hirvan carefully went down the stairs, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through his entire body. Muscles he hadn't even known existed were now screaming in protest, making every movement a challenge. As he reached the last step, he silently cursed Fu Yan, his thoughts filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief.
How was it possible to hurt in so many places at once?
Forcing himself to stand tall, Hirvan drew in a steadying breath, determined to maintain his usual composure as he entered the living room where the Smith family was gathered.
Mrs. Smith noticed him first, her warm smile welcoming him.
"How was your day, dear? What did you do?"
Hirvan's expression remained neutral, though he had to pinch his thigh discreetly to distract himself from the throbbing pain in his lower back.
"Just the usual," he replied with a forced casualness.
"Oh, and my new tutor visited today."
Mrs. Smith's eyes lit up with interest.
