Yang Tian, after listening, seemed indifferent and slowly walked to the bedside, closing his eyes leisurely.
Even though he had appeared at the right time and saved Han Qingqiu, he had not given up on his bed.
Han Qingqiu saw Yang Tian listen to her words, but instead of responding or questioning out of curiosity, he lay down to rest so casually, making her feel oddly surprised.
However, being gravely injured herself, she chose to sit on a nearby wooden chair, not intending to move, preparing for recovery instead.
Thus, she just muttered softly about clothing while taking out medicine and placing it on her knees.
The night passed without a word.
The next morning, Yang Tian arrived at the hotel corner as usual, casually ordered breakfast, and listened to chattering voices as he ate.
Since this was an old-style hotel, the food was excellent, and there were already plenty of people gathered early in the morning.
