By the time Zhao Yan rushed over in a flurry of anxiety, the man had already sat up. Though his face remained somewhat pale, it was far more flushed than when Zhao Yan had first seen him.
He stared fixedly at Zhao Yan, as if trying to confirm something. Zhao Yan met his gaze with an expressionless face, their eyes locking for a moment before darting away. Uncertain of what to say in such a situation, Zhao Yan could only offer a dry, polite remark: "Are you feeling any better?"
After that standard inquiry, Zhao Yan could think of nothing else to add. They were merely strangers who had crossed paths by chance, so he fell back into silence.
Chapter 97