Baili An frowned and withdrew his palm, "When do you plan to return?"
Ning Feiyan lay on the ground as if nothing had happened, allowing the dew in the grass to wet her hair. She spoke with ease, "Si Chen, you're so heartless. I'm severely injured right now, and yet you urge me to leave. A little carelessness and I could die at any moment."
Baili An laughed derisively, "Are you threatening me with your own death?"
Ning Feiyan squinted and smiled, "I certainly do not wish to die."
"Your wounds have already been dressed. What else do you want?"
With effort, Ning Feiyan slowly propped herself up and lazily half-sat on the ground, "Please bother yourself to heal my wounds, Sir."
Baili An shook his head, "I'm not skilled in medicine, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
