Su Binglan always felt like she owed Luo Jin'an something whenever she looked at him. She wanted to treat him well. It was strange, but she couldn't explain it clearly herself.
She insisted on handing the bowl of spiritual spring water to Luo Jin'an. "Hurry, down it."
She seemed to understand Luo Jin'an's heavy heart when she looked at his expression. She said, "I know you're not afraid of death, but you have responsibilities. You should take care of your body and live on because of that."
Luo Jin'an's fingers trembled. Then he reached out to take the bowl from Su Binglan's hand and drank its contents.
Seeing that Luo Jin'an had finished drinking, Su Binglan took his hand to check his pulse. She heaved a sigh of relief when she felt the cold poison in his body temporarily repress.
'It looks like I'll have to give him a dose of spiritual water daily.'
