Walk into the house.
No need to ask; the woman Feng Xuan mentioned must be Lin Rou.
"And then?"
Feng Xuan rested his head on Su Yan's shoulder. Hmm, being held by her wasn't bad.
With his eyes closed, the coughing had unknowingly stopped.
He whispered
"Almost, she nearly took me away."
Saying this, Feng Xuan hugged Su Yan.
"Master, I resisted to the death, so she didn't take me."
As if proving his loyalty, Feng Xuan spoke earnestly.
Su Yan listened while responding
"Mm."
Then, she walked into the house and placed him on the bed.
His body was cool, and holding him felt comfortable.
Even when he sat on the bed, he wouldn't let Su Yan leave.
Holding onto Su Yan's hand, he looked pitifully helpless.
Then, until Su Yan saw the pool of blood at the door.
She turned back to look at Feng Xuan.
"You're injured?"
Feng Xuan was confused.
"No."
After speaking, he followed Su Yan's gaze to see the pool of blood.
Feng Xuan spoke matter-of-factly.
