Cui Yun's breathing was rapid, and for how long it had been, he still hadn't settled his emotions. His head turned to one side, slowly directing his gaze toward the source of the sound.
His eyes seemed blood-filled, his consciousness still lingering amidst the smoke of war and slaughter, yet he heard Shen Hua's voice. Like a warm current, it dragged him back from illusion to reality.
With much struggle, Shen Hua haughtily extended her arm over.
"Aren't you skilled in medicine? Look at me—"
Before she finished, her voice turned into a low cry.
Her wrist was grasped, and Shen Hua, caught off guard, fell straight toward him. Quickly, the next moment, she was tightly wrapped around the waist.
In the darkness, Cui Yun's nose was pressed against the girl's jade-like neck, rubbing lightly, his breath damp. He uttered hoarsely: "You do smell nice."
Shen Hua's eyes widened, pushing against him with her small hands in resistance.
