Gu Jian found these women inexplicable, especially this green tea girl, who actually said such things to him.
"You all stay outside, I'm going to see him."
"Um!"
Ye Qingcheng nodded softly; her disciple had finally stopped trying to send her away.
When Gu Jian entered the room.
Gu Xiu lay on the bed.
It's called a bed, but it's actually a stone couch.
The blankets and pillows were pieced together by villagers who had previously been protected, one from each other.
"Little Sword, you've arrived."
Grandma Gu was overjoyed to see Gu Jian.
I thought he wouldn't come.
"Hmm." Gu Jian nodded, looked at Gu Xiu who was unconscious, and said as if he was about to wake up, "Grandma, leave this to me."
"well!"
The worldly-wise Granny Gu guessed that Gu Jian probably wanted to speak with Gu Xiu alone.
She immediately got up and walked outside.
The door to the room was closed.
The room, with candles lit, was unusually quiet, save for Gu Jian and Gu Xiu.
Gu Jian looked at Gu Xiu's haggard, emaciated face, illuminated by the candlelight.
Gu Jian still felt familiar with this face, but it was clearly different from what he had seen back then.
All the illnesses, hardships, and trials one experiences will be reflected on one's face.
It's clear that his experience was quite tragic.
But Gu Jian showed no sympathy.
After a moment, Gu Xiu slowly opened his eyes.
He sensed someone by the bed and instinctively assumed it was Granny Gu.
He was about to ask Granny Gu to pour him some water when he looked up and saw a young man.
The young man was handsome and tall, with a head of frosty hair.
The familiar face startled Gu Xiu the moment he saw it.
A sudden light flashed in his deathly eyes. "Jian'er, is that you?"
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