Inside the Drunk Immortal Inn, Ye Lingyue was attending to Feng Xun's wounds.
Tiny shattered porcelain pieces were too plentiful; Ye Lingyue could only painstakingly use a needle to pick out the fragments.
"Do you have a grudge against the wine cup? Why play with it for no reason?" Ye Lingyue was annoyed, her lovely eyebrows knitted together like two little inchworms.
"Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles." Feng Xun laughed hoarsely, reaching out with his uninjured left hand to rub Ye Lingyue's brow, trying to smooth out the tiny "川" shaped crease on her forehead.
Her hands were both holding onto Feng Xun's right hand, and for the moment, she did not attend to his other hand which roamed freely on her face.
Feng Xun's hand instead started to fiddle with a strand of her hair, twirling it in his fingers.
"Didn't you see who caused this? What did you say to Senior Ye just now?" Ye Lingyue asked casually.