Song Lianhe turned around to see Xuan Mei, who had appeared behind her at some point. She quickly clutched her chest. "You and your master, do you both enjoy scaring people from behind?"
'I'd better add 'get some fast-acting Life-saving Pills' to my to-do list.'
Xuan Mei leaned there, cradling his silver sword, and said expressionlessly, "You should still listen to what the Prince says."
"As if I'd dare not to!"
Song Lianhe shook her head, clasped her hands behind her back, and sighed as she walked inside. "Once your Prince has one of his fits, he's completely incurable! And I, for one, value my life!"
Xuan Mei didn't refute her. Following behind, he said, "You know the Prince very well."
"Heh..."
Song Lianhe could only manage a hollow laugh.
Because it had gotten so late, Yan Wen, as the shopkeeper, felt it was his responsibility to look after everyone at the clinic and volunteered to escort Song Lianhe home.
