"If I don't ask for details, I suppose I can still stay out of this."
Fang Shuwen asked thoughtfully, "So, this trouble you're in... can you handle it on your own?"
"..."
Miao Feichan fell silent. If she could have handled it, she wouldn't be in such a passive position.
Her silence was, of course, an answer in itself.
Fang Shuwen said with a smile,
"In other words, even if I heal your injuries, you'll still have a hard time escaping their grasp.
"In the end, you'll most likely still end up dead, right?
"We've known each other for a while. I even asked you for pointers on my Lightweight Technique. And what's more..."
As he spoke, Fang Shuwen subconsciously glanced at Miao Feichan's chest.
'Maybe it's better if I don't finish that sentence.'
Miao Feichan noticed his gaze, her black, jewel-like eyes narrowing slightly.
"'And what's more' what?"
"And what's more, I am an upright man, a perfect gentleman. How could I see an old friend in peril and simply turn a blind eye?"
