Quiet and tender.
Lu Tong looked at him.
Sitting in front of the window, he lowered his head to drink tea, exhibiting an indifference that seemed to push people thousands of miles away when he was not smiling. Dressed in a neat black archer's attire, some damp traces emerged beneath the lantern light.
Feeling Lu Tong's gaze, he turned his head and smiled slightly, causing the aloofness to swiftly dissipate as if it was all but an illusion.
He asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lu Tong was silent for a moment before she reminded indifferently, "Aren't you going to apply medicine?"
Pei Yunmeng, dressed in black, was concealing his wounds. Yet, Lu Tong could smell the increasingly pungent scent of blood on him, indicating that his wounds were continuously oozing blood.