Xia Xin paused, not expecting his thoughtless action had betrayed Jiangli, had it?
Jiangli said with a laid-back look on his face, "It's okay, can I even get hurt?"
Fu'er paused, thinking that might actually be true...
Apart from that serious injury eight hundred years ago, Fu'er had never heard of Jiangli being hurt.
Was he perhaps overthinking it?
Fu'er scratched his head, forgetting his head was made of paper, nearly tearing it open.
Feeling a cool breeze, Fu'er hurriedly stopped his hand.
By this time, Jiangli had already returned to his room.
Fu'er looked up just in time to see Jiangli closing the room door.
Involuntarily, Fu'er looked towards Xia Xin.
Xia Xin spread his hands, "Why are you looking at me?"
Fu'er: "..."
Xia Xin ignored Fu'er and also returned to his own room.
Seeing this, Fu'er pursed his lips, dismissed the doubts in his mind, and went back to his room.
Actually, Jiaoyang Temple had several meditation rooms.
