Jin Lan was helped to a small stool padded with soft cushions and draped with a thin cloak, surrounded by several maidservants handing her water and handkerchiefs.
"You're out." Wufu walked over, noticing her face had grown thin like an awl, her complexion pale, frail enough to be blown over by the wind. She furrowed her brows before relaxing again.
Seeing her, Jin Lan tried to stand up and bow.
Wufu embraced her and said, "No need for such formalities. The sunlight today is wonderful; basking in it will do good for your recovery."
Jin Lan smiled weakly, "I've burdened everyone, I'm sorry."
"It's nothing. We're not in a rush for anything, so focus on recuperating." Wufu sat down beside her.
Jin Lan observed her healthy and rosy complexion, feeling a deep sense of envy and admiration. She understood the gap between them, no wonder the talented men focused their attention on her, especially that Ninth Master.
