The door of the library was opened but Tang Thirty Six preferred to enter through the window. It was hard to say if he was just lazy or had some other reason in mind. If he was in normal condition, jumping through the window would be an extremely easy task, but today it was kind of difficult. He sat on the floor, breathed heavily and coughed for two times.
“You really are wounded.” Chen Chang Sheng walked towards him and squatted down and wanted to check his wrist for him.
Tang Thirty Six blocked his hand and said, “I’m fine, I’m just a little tired.”
Chen Chang Sheng obviously knew he wasn’t speaking the truth, but it seemed that this guy was actually tired. He just laid against the wall, closed his eyes and slept.
The morning light was shining outside the window and landed on Tang Thirty Six’s face. It made his face paler than before.
Chen Chang Sheng shook his head, took out a thin blanket from the room and lightly covered him with it.
The light grew stronger as time moved on. Luo Luo brough Xuan Yuan Po to the Herb Garden. As the people of the same race, they needed to talk about some stuff.