Qiuqiu clutched a purple crystal bottle in its mouth and gently placed it in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, giving Mushu Li a worried glance before returning to Lin Su's embrace.
"This is a potion that can heal spirit injuries," Lin Su explained softly, "Sorry, your Mushu Li is very strong, so my pet couldn't hold back during their fight."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, just silently pulled the cork from the crystal bottle, slowly propped Mushu Li up, and then slowly poured the liquid from the bottle into Mushu Li's mouth. Seeing Mushu Li's expression gradually relax, his hanging heart slowly settled.
"Thank you," Zhang Xiaoyu said as he slowly stood up, turning his head to look at Lin Su. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice.
He knew he had no reason to blame Lin Su. The fight had been instigated by his own pet, and now he was the one defeated, yet Lin Su had given him the medicine that could heal his Mushu Li.