That night, at a temporary camp in the mountains, the group took dry rations and fresh water from their storage bags, then rested and tended to their injuries.
After feeding minced meat to the young beast, whose eyes had yet to open, Wang Yan handed it to a maid and approached Fang Qianyuan and Sun Zhuo's tent.
"Young Master Sun, Young Master Fang, are you there?"
She already knew the answer. Fang Qianyuan and Sun Zhuo immediately came out and asked, "Miss Wang, what can we do for you?"
"Thank you both so much for today. I'm endlessly grateful," Wang Yan said sincerely.
"There's no need. It was no more than lifting a hand, and haven't you already thanked us?" Fang Qianyuan said.
"How is that the same? Our Wang family always repays kindness." At this, she seemed to remember something. Her face flushed slightly, and she stole a glance at Fang Qianyuan before quickly turning away, lowering her eyes. "I haven't properly thanked you yet."
"There really is no need," Fang Qianyuan said helplessly.
"Actually... actually, I have another presumptuous request. I'm not sure whether I should mention it," Wang Yan suddenly said, changing tack.
"What is it?" Sun Zhuo asked.
"We were too reckless this time and have exhausted the supplies we prepared. We really can't carry on. But thinking of the long journey back leaves me uneasy. Could... could I ask you both to see your kindness through to the end and return with us? When we arrive, the Xuanyue Wang Family will certainly reward you generously!" Wang Yan's voice was lilting, her tone so soft that it made refusing her feel cruel.
Yet Sun Zhuo and Fang Qianyuan were both firm of will. Her words left them unmoved. Instead, they exchanged a glance, becoming even more