While he didn't know what the pill was made of, it truly was effective on Muwei; at least, she didn't suffer at night anymore.
Lu Fenying was too strong for Qian'er to defy. She simply lowered her head and kept pleading to be let go.
Lu Fenying sterilized her hand, smeared medication on it, and wrapped it in a bandage. Only then did he realize that the Daoist nun was no longer making a sound.
The moment he released her, she fell on one side on the couch. She had actually cried herself to sleep.
She was curled in on herself even in sleep, like a thin and weak cub.
There were tear tracks on her face as well.
Lu Fenying stood up and looked down at her, wondering what sort of trauma this Daoist nun had experienced before her conversion.
But even then, why was she scared of him?
He frowned. This girl's behavior couldn't help but remind him of Mo Qian'er. He wondered where that wretched maid had run off to.