Xiao Hua didn't want to see the Host arguing with Lord Cissa.
Every time they had a falling-out, Xiao Hua, as a Tongzi, would get very anxious.
By noon, Cissa returned.
He transformed into a human form, clad in a white robe, surrounded by a lingering aura of bloody hostility.
Cissa lowered his eyes, said nothing, and sat by the table.
Su Yan looked at him.
Looked at his arm.
There was still blood there.
Injured.
She moved her lips.
Couldn't bring herself to say anything.
She just stood up, walked elsewhere, and brought some hemostatic herbs, pushing them in front of Cissa.
Then, she sat back down in her place.
Cissa glanced at the herbs.
He looked away, as if he hadn't seen anything.
Su Yan picked up the fruit next to her and started munching on it.
After waiting for a while, he still hadn't picked up the herbs to apply them.
Su Yan pushed the herbs towards him a little more.
Indicating that the wound needed treatment.
