Yao Ling didn't dare to sleep beside Yao Ying --- just in case, she accidentally touched his wounds. So, she slept quietly on his side while sitting down on the chair. She didn't care whether it was comfortable or not. She didn't want to make it more painful for Yao Ying, besides, she had to stay vigilance, just in case he got a fever.
When Yao Ying woke up the next day, he felt the pain on his chest. "Ugh..." he muttered to himself. The last thing he remembered was how they successfully did their mission. His lips curled up for a little bit but then he realized that he was back to their inn. He wanted to quickly sit down. Would Yao Ling be worried about him? Somehow, he felt guilty.