Mu Qingyi's eyes softened in a way that made it very clear he had heard everything and still chose peace.
Hu Baiyu also paused, looked at Lin Huahua, then looked at Feng Yiren, and somehow his silent lion face managed to say, she is cold, why are you troubling her?
Feng Yiren looked at the ceiling of the cave like he was asking the beast gods why he had been placed in this family.
"She is lying," he said.
Lin Huahua immediately coughed once, weakly and dramatically, then pulled the hide cloth closer around her shoulders. "My throat hurts."
Hu Baiyu panicked at once.
He set the basin down so carefully that the water barely moved, then crouched beside her and reached for her face. His big warm fingers touched her cheek, then her throat, then he looked at Mu Qingyi with real worry.
Feng Yiren stared.
Then he laughed once in disbelief. "This is ridiculous. You both know she is doing this on purpose."
