Du Mian rented a small courtyard in Shouxi Square, a serene haven amidst the hustle and bustle, a two-entry residential compound.
Qin Liuxi was led to the bedroom by his close servant Wa Song, where Du Mian, half-reclining on the bed, propped himself up and said, "Du has been impolite, unable to welcome the Junior Temple Master in person."
"Monks do not fuss over such formality." Seeing the room somewhat stuffy, Qin Liuxi had Wa Song open the windows and said, "Your body is all external injuries, there's no need to behave as if you are in confinement like a new mother, with the windows so tightly sealed that no breeze can enter. Not only is it stuffy, but you're also dressed so warmly, in such heat—do you wish for your wounds to breed maggots for an added meal?"
Du Mian: "..."
He hadn't thought much of it, but upon her saying so, he felt the already painful and festering wounds starting to itch.
