From the heart down to the second rib.
The pain spreads like a tide.
"Young Master will be back today." He had just walked away from the sword, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. The other guards were wiping their sweat with sweat towels while chatting about the news that came back today.
The fingertips stayed there, sinking slightly.
His knuckles turned white from exertion.
"Guard Qin must have known about it a long time ago. After all, he is the young master's personal bodyguard." There was laughter and good-natured jokes around him.
He knows.
So even though the pain was about to take control of his body, Qin Sheng still pulled out a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He also knew that the young master came back to consummate the marriage.
Parents' orders, matchmaker's words.
So, laugh more.
Smile truly and joyfully.
Even though the sweat on his forehead was not from sword practice.
Conception: