Fengyu suppressed her regrets and sorrow, making sure Xie Xun didn't catch any trace of them. Having not seen each other for months, Xie Xun wasn't willing to appear so disheveled and miserable before Fengyu. Deep down, he still carried a touch of heroism, instinctively striving to present his strongest, best side to her—like how beasts maintain their most powerful posture during courtship. Yet he couldn't avoid this injury; the stab had been too deep. The wound in Fengyu's body hurt him more than the one in his own.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. Seeing you cry makes my wound hurt even more," Xie Xun said with a weak voice, still struggling to speak. Fengyu held him in a mix of surprise and sadness, carefully avoiding his wound.
