章節 63: Don't Even Think

After changing his bandage, Song Zhuyu, who had no time to fuss over his hair, simply pulled it into a messy bun as he packed the food and medicine he needed. After that, he once again leaped out of the window and trekked his way back to Rui Ye's house.

By estimation, almost an hour had passed since he left Rui Ye alone, and he had no idea how the man was faring. Fortunately, after Song Zhuyu left the vicinity of the village, he encountered nary a person along the way, making his journey smooth sailing.

Upon arriving at the wooden cottage, he silently entered the house and made his way to the bedroom. When he opened the door, he found Rui Ye exactly where he had left him – curled up on the bed, his breathing long and even.

Looking at him like this, who would have thought that he would harbor so many obscure secrets? 

First, the wooden carvings of the wraithlings, and second, there were also the unhealed wounds he left on Song Zhuyu…