Lin Zichan just lay back on the bed.
The door knocked.
The five of them escorted An Ning and An Youyou to Wenzhou, staying in three separate rooms.
He was alone, so he stayed in one room by himself.
He got up and sat by the open door.
Looking at Guan Yu standing at the door, handing him a box of ointment.
Lin Zichan was surprised.
"The young lady gave it to you," Guan Yu said directly, "and asked me to apply the medicine for you."
Lin Zichan looked at the ointment.
He hadn't planned to deal with the injury, nor did he have ointment for it, and the burn would heal in a few days anyway.
"Where is the injury?" Guan Yu asked him.
Lin Zichan still extended his hand.
For someone who played with swords and spears, this little injury was nothing, and Guan Yu didn't react much, his movements were habitually rough.
Lin Zichan frowned, but didn't remind him.
"Are you the young lady's personal guard at the Imperial Palace?" Guan Yu asked.
