In the pavilion, Tang Xiaowan laughed heartily.
Leng Lingxiao often turned sideways due to the pain of his wound, his brows slightly furrowed, yet he didn't want Tang Xiaowan to notice.
He feared she would worry, and even more, he wanted to maintain his image of bravery and resilience.
Just like that outing three years ago.
"Huahua, are you out of your mind? That was so dangerous just now, you scared me to death, how could you fight them barehanded?"
"It's fine, nothing happened!"
"You're still laughing, you're bleeding! Let's go, we need to head to the hospital now."
"A real man in pain, going to the hospital for such a little injury, that's embarrassing. Just help me apply some medicine, no need for the hospital."
…
Everything seemed like it happened yesterday.
By the end of September, Jin City had already turned a bit chilly, bursts of fresh breeze passed by, roses swaying gently.
Leng Lingxiao immensely enjoyed this beauty.
