Gu Xijiu stood firm and steady. Her clothes looked as neat and tidy as always; not a strain of her hair was misplaced. In stark contrast, Di Fuyi looked like a complete mess in ragged clothes after the catastrophe.
"Are you doing all right?" Di Fuyi took a step towards her and asked.
Gu Xijiu gently shook her head while dismissing his question with a wave. "I am fine. Now go."
Her voice sounded a little hoarse but was still clear. From the sound of her voice, it seemed that she was in a better condition than him, in fact. The only thing he noticed was that her complexion was a little pale, but nothing physically alarming.
Unimpressed, Di Fuyi pursed his lips into a thin line. With another bold step forward, he then grasped her by the wrist. "Let me examine your pulse."
