Yun Xiaoran watched them all preparing to leave, her eyes dimmed slightly, yet she still pretended to be nonchalant, grinning carefree.
Jia Xiantian knew him well. This child had been sensible since childhood, believing himself to be a burden, silently bearing everything, never complaining to him, never causing trouble for anyone, sensible to the point of making one's heart ache.
Jia Xiantian stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and advised with a smile, "Xiaoran, stay here and heal well. Don't forget to apply the medicine Qinghe gave you. Once you're healed, you won't be this idle anymore, you'll have to help your brother. After I exact my revenge, we'll leave here and start anew."
Upon hearing his words, Yun Xiaoran's lips trembled with excitement, happily promising, "Brother, don't worry, I will recover as soon as possible. By then, I will also contribute to avenging Sister Xiaoxiao."
