Chapter One Hundred Ninety: Consolation

Xu Yuan raised his eyes to look, and those eyes, clear as a serene spring, quietly gazed back at him.

He smiled and asked Ran Qingmo, "Why did you come over?"

Ran Qingmo placed the Ink Sword on the table, glanced at the door, and confessed honestly, "Um... Xinyao just came looking for me."

Xu Yuan was somewhat helpless, "To complain about me?"

Ran Qingmo shook his head, "She said you might be feeling upset, and she asked me to come comfort you."

"...."

Xu Yuan was startled for a moment, then sighed inwardly.

Even though he himself was extremely distressed, his sister still thought about others; what a foolish girl she was.

Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts, took her hand as he stood up, and smiling, said, "That's right, I'm not feeling great, so, how do you plan on comforting me?"

Ran Qingmo gave it some serious thought and asked, "Why are you feeling bad?"