The four people staggered up the stairs, while the shop's staff and the proprietress quietly watched them from below. Although their faces remained composed, they could hardly conceal the anticipation in their eyes.
Once the four had returned to their rooms, Lu Qing settled Zhu Yu by the bedside, secured the door, and then turned back to see Zhu Yu already sitting on the bed, rubbing her ankle.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Lu Qing asked as he strode over, his voice calm but firm, his eyes clear, quite different from his earlier dazed appearance.
Zhu Yu seemed spirited too: "I pretended to limp just now and accidentally twisted my ankle a bit. It's not serious; it'll be fine soon. It won't affect things."
Lu Qing sat by the bed, pulled Zhu Yu's leg over to rest on his knees, and naturally started massaging her ankle: "Any other discomfort?"
