Her hands gently explored Shi Feiyang's body, afraid of missing any wounds.
At this moment, Xue Qiuchun also walked gracefully, slowly approaching.
Her complexion was pale as snow, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions, including heartache, jealousy, and an indescribable sense of loss.
She looked at the two embracing, a sharp pain in her heart, fingernails deeply embedded in her palm, yet she forced herself to endure the bitterness inside, speaking softly, "Young Master Shi, it's good that... you're alright."
Guo Xiangyu raised her head, provocatively casting a glance at Xue Qiuchun, then buried her face into Shi Feiyang's chest, coquettishly saying, "Master belongs to Xiangyu, no one can take him away. Xiangyu will stay by Master's side forever, bind his wounds, prepare medicine, and listen to those thrilling stories of Jianghu..."
