She had only taken three or four steps when Chu Yu suddenly remembered something, hastily stepping back. She picked up the longsword she had confiscated from Yue Jiefei's waist and slowly probed it, sheathed, towards Tian Rujing's shoulder, touching it slightly to see if there was any reaction. seeing none, she poked harder.
Still no response.
Chu Yu dropped the sword and then approached. Tian Rujing was lying on his side on the soft carpet, a few strands of black hair had fallen from his delicate jade haircrown, gently brushing over his handsome face.
Chu Yu squatted next to him, turning his body face-up by supporting his shoulder, and then began to scrutinize him closely.