As the voices from outside entered the tent, Yi Qiushui’s long shapely brows knitted together. The rays of light fell on her white porcelain cheeks, revealing a beautiful reflective sheen.

She swept a glance over Zhou Yuan and calmly reassured him, “Don’t worry about other things. Just recuperate here.     

“It will be safer for you to leave when your wounds are healed.”   

From Yi Qiushui’s words and tone of voice, Zhou Yuan could feel a hint of caution towards him. Perhaps this was because of his unknown background.   

“When my injuries are healed, I’ll leave.”   

Zhou Yuan nodded without expression. Although Yi Qiushui was wary of him, he didn’t feel insulted or angered because, given his current state, it...