Suddenly, he felt like crying, like going home.
He had only just managed to break free from Meila's passionate kiss when several figures surrounded him before he could even speak.
Yan Ruyu moved the fastest. Standing on tiptoe, she clung to his arm, her fingertips first brushing the old scar at his elbow before tracing upward along his sleeve. Her voice carried a sobbing tremor. "Has that scrape you mentioned last time healed? Why do you look thinner again? Didn't you eat properly while you were out?"
Sangqina and Ailaria hooked their arms around his waist from either side. One flipped open his collar to inspect the back of his neck, while the other held his wrist and counted his knuckles, their chatter rattling off like a string of firecrackers.
"Young Master, why is your cuff a little torn? Did you run into trouble?"
"Your complexion is brighter, at least, but this stubble is so prickly. You definitely haven't been taking proper care of yourself!"
Meila wrapped her arms around his waist from behind again, rubbing her cheek against his back as her nose twitched.
"You smell like smoke and fire. Did you go to a fire scene? Were you burned?"
Kasha crouched down, cradling his ankle as she examined the soles of his shoes, then squeezed his calf.
"Your shoes are worn down so badly. You didn't hurt yourself walking, did you? I put the cloud boots I made for you by your bed."
Liuyue stood to the side, unable to squeeze forward, but her gaze never left his eyes. Seeing the bloodshot veins in them, she immediately turned to pour him tea.
"Young Master, have some warm tea first and catch your breath. You definitely didn't rest at all along the way."
Yao Lenchen took out the medicine