After changing into his nightclothes, Xie Jinbai turned to the girl on the bed, who hadn't made a sound. "Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"
"…"
While he was changing, Cui Lingyao had snuck a quick glance. Seeing no other wounds and that his bandages were the same as before, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
Hearing his question, she nodded quickly, as if she had a guilty conscience.
Xie Jinbai picked up a teacup, poured a cup of cool tea, and brought it to her bedside.
When Cui Lingyao took it, the cup was warm to the touch.
She paused, then held the teacup and took a delicate sip.
It really was warm.
Warm.
She frowned. "You can't use your Inner Strength."
Xie Jinbai paused, then smiled.
"Worried about me?" Before she could react, he added, "It's true that I shouldn't use my Inner Strength, but this is nothing."
'It was just warming a cup of tea. He wasn't so useless that he couldn't even manage that for her.'
