Regardless of whether Ye Zhi was listening or not, Gong Juechen applied medicine to Ye Zhi's feet while muttering to himself, "I've thought about knocking you out, just to stop you from going to war. Seeing you like this makes my heart ache."
"This bottle probably won't be enough. Spring is still a long way off, and we've got a lot of freezing days ahead. I think I'd better get some more herbs and mix another bottle for you."
"But some of the herbs I need aren't available in the army. When we pass through a county town, I'll check and see if they have them, then buy them to mix another bottle for you. Either way, you can't keep getting frostbite like this."
"You have to take better care of yourself, not just for me, but for your own sake too. Your hands and feet are so frostbitten—don't you feel even the slightest discomfort?"
Gong Juechen was genuinely nagging, but Ye Zhi didn't feel as impatient as she had in the past.
