Tu Ya and Hulan were surrounded by people, and outside the tribe, Dong Huiying was the first to jump down from the camel, then she helped Liang Haoming down.
The man's spirit was indeed very poor. His fingertips lightly touched her brow, as if he disliked seeing her frown.
"It's okay," he was fine, just, a bit tired.
"Mm!" She caressed his cheek tenderly and sighed. "We've reached the place, we can breathe a little easier now. There, close your eyes, get some sleep, and rest."
Liang Haoming looked towards the noisy crowd—too loud.
As if reading his thoughts, she gently covered his ears with her small hands.
He gave her a look, then obediently closed his eyes.
He needed to sleep well, eat a bit more, and once his spirit recovered and he was healthy again, his wife... could smile, no need to worry anymore.
Soon after,
the initially chaotic noises suddenly quieted down.
