Leng Xue gave her a cold look without making a sound.
Zhui Ming was an impatient girl. When she was anxious, she spoke fast and much. "Hey, Leng Xue, aren't you known as the divine military doctor? With you like this, what kind of doctor are you? Look at how long it's been and you still haven't figured anything out..."
In the midst of her nagging, Leng Xue's brow furrowed deeply, and he simply ignored her.
Running out of steam from talking by herself, Zhui Ming sat on the bed's edge, holding Zhan Se's hand, with a somewhat ugly expression on her face. After thinking for a while, she looked at Zhan Se sympathetically, carefully tucking in the quilt, her eyes full of deep concern and comfort.
"Zhan Se, don't be scared. It will be alright."
Zhan Se nodded to herself. Sleeping here, what was there to be afraid of?
She was just a little confused, that's all.