Lu Yuan Applies Medicine to Aiselandier!

Deep within the vast, silent Steel Fortress, the West Wilds lay deathly still.

The cold, dim metal floor reflected faint light and shadow. Only the soft, shallow breaths of the two remained, the silence so complete they could hear each other's increasingly frantic heartbeats pounding within their chests.

Lu Yuan cast aside the last stray thought in his mind and slowly bent down, kneeling on the ground.

He tried to keep his expression calm and his gaze pure, yet from so close, as he looked at the savage, glaringly bloody wound across Aiselandier's chest, his fingertips still stiffened slightly beyond his control.

The girl lay flat on the cold alloy floor, utterly weak, her body trembling faintly.

The tear across the chest of her originally exquisite, form-fitting silver-white battle suit had split wide open, its fabric shredded and curled back to reveal a broad expanse of skin, snowy white, lustrous, and as delicate as jade.

Her flesh was soft and translucent, its color warm as fresh snow, yet it was now cut across by a deep, long crimson gash.

The flesh had curled outward slightly, scarlet blood slowly soaking into her skin. The sight was harrowing, tightening and aching the heart.

Aiselandier had no strength to evade him. She could only knit her delicate brows faintly, her long lashes closing and trembling without pause, a mist of moisture gathering in her clear gray eyes as she endured the pain with fragile restraint.

She tilted her head back slightly, her breaths light and shallow, faintly disordered, her snow-white neck drawing a soft, graceful curve.

All her sharpness and aloofness had fallen away, leaving only complete frailty and docility.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath and suppressed every inappropriate thought in his heart.

He opened his palm, and a pool of emerald-green,