It wasn't until that small figure came running over, pitter-patter, that he ended up face to face with Gu Jiao, upside down above him.
"Little brother,"
Xiao Jinguang greeted.
"What are you doing here?" Huangfu Xian closed his eyes with faint annoyance and asked, "Is this a place you should be?"
Xiao Jinguang ignored his coldness, circled to his side, and asked with curiosity, "What are you doing lying on the ground?"
Huangfu Xian said with sarcasm, "Oh, is it fun?"
"Oh." Xiao Jinguang also lay down beside him.
Huangfu Xian: "..."
After lying down for a while, Xiao Jinguang folded his small hands on his stomach: "But I find it quite cold."
Huangfu Xian: That's stating the obvious, isn't it?
Xiao Jinguang sat up, took out a small porcelain bottle from his purse: "Here, take this."
"What is it?" Huangfu Xian asked dispassionately.
Xiao Jinguang explained, "Gold wound medicine, for healing injuries."
Huangfu Xian replied coldly, "The dog is already dead."