As she was about to straighten up, Wen Liangyu, with great difficulty, lifted his hand from his bosom and took out a small cloth bag, placing it in her hand. His entire body was limp, and this action seemed even more strenuous than it would be for an elderly person on their deathbed. At this moment, Ning Xiaoxian knew that what he handed her must be something precious, so she quickly snatched it.
Wen Liangyu also formed his lips into a silent phrase, mouthing three words to her: "Thank you!" She had risked coming to help him, and as he had nothing valuable on him except for this item, it was the only way he could repay her.
Without delay, she quietly moved behind Wen Liangyu, her movements as deft as a spiritual cat, not making a single sound. Wen Liangyu leaned against the chair, and when he turned his head to look back, the space was empty—there was no one there.
