Song Tan took the bag and noticed that Lun Chuan wasn't wearing a mask. When he tilted his head slightly, the red scar extending from his temple to his ear became visible. She couldn't help but ask:
"Those scars..."
Lun Chuan instinctively touched them, then shook his head without a trace of care: "Don't worry, they're all superficial. With some time, they'll heal by themselves."
Song Tan sighed softly.
If they were really that easy to heal, he should've recovered by now after eating food infused with Spiritual Energy for more than half a year—given his physique.
She spoke earnestly: "I've never had the chance to thank you personally."
"Thank you for risking everything to save me back then."
"The food and gifts I sent you—it's all just a small gesture, so don't feel the need to reciprocate. Compared to what you've done, it's nothing but the least I could do."
