His pride was engraved in his bones. Regardless of whether it was in the course of the realm or adversity, there would be no change in his bones.
He was indeed thin, but not a trace of decadence. In the autumn sunshine, he was dressed in simple robes and stood straight. He exuded a kind of quiet and distant indifference. His gentle expression was a little bit indifferent, like a sword that had been sheathed. Although the cold light was restrained, it was still sharp.
Ye Nanxi felt that her vision was a little blurred. After following Yan Rong for a few steps, she stood a little bit rigidly away from him.
"Are you going out now, Doctor Xue?" Yan Rong asked when she saw the scene after she came in with Ye Xiaoxi.
"Yes, I've already given the instructions to the Third Master." Doctor Xue
