By the time it was 3 AM, the discussion in the small hall had ended.
The Eight Steeds and Seven Jades dispersed, each to their own business. Pei Ye bid farewell to the group and returned upstairs with the kitten. Shi Zanxue still followed by his side.
Lu Yuque's room was already dark by then. Pei Ye glanced at it, but of course, he didn't disturb her. He pushed open the door, sat back on the bed immediately, and closed his eyes.
Beads of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.
Qu Xin's words were not exaggerated in the slightest; he indeed ought to rest, lie down for at least seven days. His body was now so frail and weak that it was hard to imagine. Just sitting and talking for an hour had drained all his Qi.
Shi Zanxue entered, lit the lamp, took a face towel from the shelf and began wiping him. The touch freakishly cold like a corpse.
