Ji Zhao earnestly memorized Immortal Crane's instructions and finally thanked him from the bottom of her heart.
"I love mutton. Let's set up a mutton stove tonight." Immortal Crane hummed a tune happily and left.
Ji Zhao supported Shen Yao and helped him lie on the bed.
However, when she tried to retract her arm, Shen Yao grabbed her hand forcefully.
"What… what's wrong?" The distance between them was getting shorter.
Ji Zhao felt a trace of nervousness for no reason.
"Ah Tao." Shen Yao's voice was low and magnetic.
Ji Zhao felt her ears itch a little.
"Thank you." Shen Yao caressed her face gently, his gentle tone filled with gratitude. "If you hadn't used the classics to encourage me with the story of Lord Guan, I think I definitely wouldn't have been able to hold on."
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Ji Zhao held his hand with heartache and said softly, "When Senior treated your wound just now, I didn't even dare to look."