Bai Zhi had gone to find Moh Li after breakfast, and this time she did it stealthily because she wanted to see if her leg had completely recovered.
Upon arrival, Bai Zhi went to look for Moh Li, who was now busy weeding the medicinal herbs.
In fact, Bai Zhi still greatly admired Moh Li. In such circumstances, he had persisted for so long, which was commendable.
Hearing Bai Zhi’s voice, Moh Li nearly yanked out the herbs along with the weeds.
"How did you get here by yourself? Where’s your wheelchair?"
Why couldn’t this girl be less worrisome?
Almost without thinking, Moh Li stood up, wiped his hands on his trousers, and swiftly picked Bai Zhi up, heading back. The motion was incredibly deft.
Bai Zhi was stunned. Was this the same Moh Li who’d blush at the slightest tease?
Moh Li hadn’t even realized what had happened, still mumbling to himself?
"Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Is your leg healed? Running around , where’s your wheelchair? If you end up unable to stand later, how will you cry about it?"
Once in the room, having placed her on the bed, Moh Li continued to search for the wheelchair.
Not finding it only made his expression darker.
"Where’s the wheelchair?"
Bai Zhi blinked her bright eyes and smiled slightly, her dimples deep. She looked particularly adorable.
Was acting cute effective?
Obviously not for Moh Li, who didn’t even glance at Bai Zhi’s face. Upon hearing her response, he was already on his way through the secret passage.
It wasn’t long before he returned with the wheelchair.
"Master said you can come down, but only for a while, understand?"
Moh Li’s voice was louder than usual, and it sounded almost fierce.
He clearly appeared angry.
"Senior brother, are you angry? Why?"
Bai Zhi’s soft voice rang out, causing Moh Li to pause. Was he angry? How could that be? There was no reason for him to be angry.
He wasn’t angry. What did Bai Zhi’s disregard for her own health have to do with him?
"I’m not. I’m just concerned that you’ll cripple yourself and affect the upcoming assessment. If you can’t pass, how can I continue studying medicine?"
So he wasn’t concerned about Bai Zhi. How could he possibly care about someone else?
Bai Zhi had nothing to do with him.
"Oh." Bai Zhi uttered softly. Then with a puzzled tone, she asked, "Then why did you pick me up earlier?"
"Let’s get started then, it’s about the tacit understanding training, right? How do we train?"
Moh Li, as if he hadn’t heard, immediately took out pen and paper, ready to take notes.
Actually, what they had learned the past few days was practical, even if they hadn’t started studying medicine yet.
"Senior brother, you’re avoiding the question. But since I’m so understanding, I won’t ask any more."
Bai Zhi very understandingly took the pen and paper from his hand.
Moh Li: "..." He didn’t find it endearing at all.
"It’s a question-and-answer game. We say things we like and the things we’re most afraid of about each other. Who goes first?"
Bai Zhi motioned with the pen and paper.
Moh Li looked at Bai Zhi, as if trying to figure out what she was up to.
"Okay, I’ll start. We’ll go back and forth. After I ask, it’s your turn, and you must answer—this is important for our future."
Bai Zhi also turned serious; she too wanted to improve.
"Okay," Moh Li replied faintly, indicating his agreement.
Bai Zhi: "Senior brother, what food do you like, what color do you prefer, what fruit do you enjoy?"
Moh Li was taken aback. How was he supposed to answer?
He remembered the time when his favorite dish was the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall cooked by the house servant, he liked blue, he enjoyed watermelon.
But after that night, the only color left in his world was black.