In a certain deserted area of the Infirmary Pavilion, Han Xuhan and Chen Yan were seated inside a cabin, facing each other, radiating a calm and casual air.
All four of Han Xuhan's limbs were bandaged. Cuts and bruises were visible wherever his skin was visible. In contrast, Chen Yan looked completely unharmed, albeit appearing a little disheveled and deprived of sleep.
An outsider wouldn't be able to tell that for the last six weeks, these two have been locked in a ferocious duel of wits, influence, and power, trying to bleed each other in every manner possible.
Even now, while they talked to each other, half of the conversation carried a half-hidden depth that none else would be privy to.
"Our Farewell Ceremony is probably less than a week away. Do you think you can attend it?"
Listening to Chen Yan's gentle tone, one might assume that he was just a senior concerned with his junior brother's injuries.
