By the stream, a campfire flickered, and Hong tilted her head, scrutinizing the two humans before her.
"Achoo!"
Gu Lan sneezed violently, wrapping herself tighter in Rong Heng's outer robe.
Opposite her, Rong Heng, who had taken off his coat and was wearing a moon-white long shirt, remained expressionless. His features were clear and distinguished, calmly adding a piece of wood to the campfire, making the flames burn brighter.
From the moment he fished Gu Lan out of the water, to when he quietly and indifferently applied medicine to the wound on her lower back, to now... he hadn't said a word to her.
To avoid provoking Rong Heng further, Gu Lan didn't put her belt back on in front of him but silently tucked it where he couldn't see.
Gu Lan touched her lower back, recalling the sensation of lying prone for him to apply the medicine, her face flushed.
