re it."The movements were a bit more gentle than before.Time ticked by, Huo Mingzheng's handling of the wound was professional. Having attended military school for two years, he was frequently injured...oom door and walked in.He held a large bowl in his hand, steam rising from it.He walked over and sat on the sofa beside Fu Yan, using a spoon to stir the contents in his bowl. Fu Yan glanced at it—bri...