"You didn't really hit the ground, did you?" Three days later, after Qi Yu was able to get out of bed, the first thing she did was to run to Shen Xihe's room to check on him.
It was said that the sight of Shen Xihe that day had the whole village taking notice.
The palm strike from Shi Fuyou was comparable to the legendary Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and with one hit, Shen Xihe spat out blood and fainted to the ground, ultimately needing to be carried back.
When Qi Yu first heard the news, she was flabbergasted, never having expected that the seemingly delicate Mr. Shen would have such a feat in him.
Shen Xihe lay on the bed with a pallid expression, and when he saw her, he turned his head to the other side, rebutting in a feeble tone, "It was just an accident."
He had been fed a few Medicine Pills by Shi Zhou and was now much better, but still could only lie in bed.
Qi Yu, biting on an apple, teased him, "Definitely an accident, you nearly lost your life."