He should have been laid up in bed for three days, but thankfully, a Medicine Master had watched over him for a full day and night, feeding him many restorative tonics.
He was only just able to get out of bed and walk around.
Of course, that was the extent of it. The Spiritual Energy within him was completely depleted, and he couldn't muster any strength.
Everyone in the room had their attention on Su Qing.
Weak as he was, Kuang Zhan couldn't hide his curiosity.
"Who's this? Why is his face covered?"
Su Ye pulled Su Qing to a nearby chair to sit down, offering a vague explanation.
"He's sick and needs someone to look after him right now."
Lin Moyu had seen Su Qing before, even if it was just an unintentional glance when she had been at her weakest.
But she still remembered—not just his stunningly handsome face, but also that gaze, as bone-chilling and persistent as maggots on a corpse.
Lin Moyu sipped her tea and did not look up again.
