Pei Yan didn't return to the residence until nightfall, his body reeking of blood.
The pungent smell made Mei Wanying's face turn deathly pale. Suppressing the urge to gag, she anxiously scanned his body.
"Where are you hurt?"
She couldn't find the wound and dared not touch Pei Yan, so she could only ask anxiously.
Pei Yan wiped his hands clean and took an Amulet from his chest.
Somehow, he had kept it safe; it wasn't soaked by the rain or stained with blood.
The man's lips curled into a slight smile. "Good, I made it back in time."
He had almost missed Ah Yin's birthday.
He placed the peace charm into a sachet and tied it to Mei Wanying's waist.
Mei Wanying was worried sick, and yet he was still preoccupied with this.
She irritably thumped the man on the chest.
Pei Yan grunted, and Mei Wanying grew frantic. "Did I hit a wound?"
She leaned in, wanting to check his wound.
