The Kesha who appeared before Hua Zhen was far more mature and graceful than the one he remembered. Moreover, the aura of authority she exuded from having long occupied a position of power nearly left him unable to breathe.
She was definitely Kesha, but not the Kesha I knew. Th-this... what was going on?
Countless questions flooded his heart. Just as he was about to ask for answers, the pain from aggravating his wounds replaced all his confusion with a muffled groan.
"Ugh—"
There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt. Wounds covered him, and blood ran through the gaps in his ruined armor, quickly pooling beneath his feet. Hua Zhen looked utterly wretched, like he had just been pulled from a pool of blood.
"Ah..."
Seeing that he was about to collapse, the faint resentment and annoyance in Kesha's heart instantly vanished. With a flash, she appeared beside Hua Zhen. After reaching out to support him, she sat down on the "ground" with him, afraid of aggravating his wounds again.
"You really never let anyone stop worrying about you. Are you happy now that you've gotten yourself into this state?"
Though she was scolding Hua Zhen, her words and expression were filled with nothing but heartache.
Without the slightest disgust, she wiped the blood from Hua Zhen's face. After studying him carefully for a moment, Kesha lifted the corners of her lips and said, "Your divine body has suffered considerable damage, but the technology of your era can completely treat it. It won't take long to repair it, so I can rest easy." As she spoke, she lightly tapped his forehead. "Don't let there be a next time, understand? Otherwise, I'll worry myself to death."
A familiar, soothing fragrance lingered at the tip of