Perceived

An unfamiliar woman appeared in the hall.

Surprisingly, Gu Han Xun's suspicious personality that he had cultivated over the years did not flare up at this moment.

On the contrary.

See her.

For some unknown reason, he felt at ease.

"You're here."

This was clearly the second time they had met, yet they acted as though they had been friends for many years.

"How is your injury?"

"Much better."

Ever since Zhao Shuning had entered the hall, she had always felt a faintly discernible smell of medicine lingering in the air.

Due to the apothecary's alertness, she immediately started to pay attention to the source.

The closer he got to Gu Han, the more obvious the scent became.

Zhao Shuning moved closer to Gu Han Xun.

When he was only an inch away from his lips, he stopped.

Gu Han Xun froze on the spot, his hands gripping the wheelchair beneath him tightly.

Zhao Shuning sniffed lightly.