Fellow Daoist White, don't move!
編集者: Kurisu
"Is he losing blood again? However, I don't think he appraised anything this time?" Senior Sister Ye said, worried. She stretched out her hand, and the radiance of the healing technique fell on Song Shuhang's back. "Randomly getting wounded isn't going to become a new hobby of his, right?"
"How can randomly getting wounded become a new hobby!" Song Shuhang opened his eyes and said weakly, "Good morning, Senior Sister Ye."
"If we consider the time, it's already evening. Therefore, you should say 'good evening' Shuhang." Senior Sister Ye skillfully changed Shuhang's bloodstained clothes.
Song Shuhang said, "Good evening, Senior Sister Ye."
"Are you hungry? It seems you consumed all your physical strength and energy while you were unconscious," Senior Sister Ye said.
Song Shuhang felt his belly and said, "A little bit."