Jiang Nanshu took her time before she slowly opened the door.
The wide coffee-colored monk's robe looked empty on her.
Due to being thin, it gave the impression of a child wearing an adult's clothes stealthily.
Her pale cheeks showed a hint of unhealthy flush, even the corners of her eyes were somewhat reddened. Jiang Nanshu, looking at Zhou Yanxu, spoke in a hoarse voice, "I am sick."
"I will find some medicine for you. When you feel better, you can go down the mountain. There are no hospitals up here." Zhou Yanxu kindly responded to her and turned to go to the next meditation room to fetch the medicine.
Two out of the three sentences he spoke were about her descending the mountain.
Jiang Nanshu followed him begrudgingly.
If the memories of the two worlds could possibly be restored, could Zhou Yanxu remember her as well?
"Can you check my forehead and see if I have a fever?" Jiang Nanshu asked from behind him.
