Lu Sangjiu jumped in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Cangming clutched his chest, his face ashen as he shook his head. "I'm fine."
He paused, then couldn't help but look up at her. "Are... you worried about me?"
Lu Sangjiu was, in fact, concerned for him, but only because she knew a portion of the credit for her successfully overcoming this crisis belonged to Cangming.
She had always been one to clearly distinguish between kindness and hatred—debts owed to her must be collected, and debts she owed to others must be repaid.
Cangming had caused her death once, and she intended for him to pay with his life.
But now that Cangming had helped her, she would look for an opportunity to repay the favor.
It was on this basis alone that she had asked out of concern.
But clearly... explaining all this would be a hassle, and there was no guarantee Cangming wouldn't read too much into it.
