After helping Xie Chuncan to the guest room, giving him a simple tidying up and putting him to bed, Leon Luo looked at Xie Chuncan's brows which were still furrowed in his dream, and felt extremely depressed.
We should speak out against the injustice that has happened in the past, and feel sorry for the hatred and sorrow in this world.
The tea on the table in the guest room had already gone cold. The cold and bitter tea had a strange taste, but Leon Luo didn't care. He drank two cups of cold tea and splashed the last cup on his face, which helped him get rid of the alcohol.
Xie Chuncan was still sleeping quietly on the couch. Leon Luo shook out the quilt and tucked the edge of the quilt into his neck. The wide quilt covered the broken arm on his left side, and the corner of the quilt that was piled up to his chin also covered the deep white scar on his throat, making him look like any other sleeping person in the world, as if he had not yet experienced any suffering.
He indeed looked extremely tired. Even the slight sound of water when Leon Luo drank tea did not cause any reaction in the consciousness of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He did not even turn over in his sleep.
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