Night Rain Over the Heaven Soul Camp, Wutong Truly Kept Yuhao

After the Heaven Soul Northern Grain Route had been secured, the rain fell in torrents.

Outside the camp, civilians pushed grain carts through the night to relocate. Heaven Soul Army medics hurriedly bandaged the wounded, while Xiao Xiao and Ye Guyi were still checking the western side for traces left by evil soul masters. Only Huo Yuhao and Tang Wutong remained in the temporary main tent. A freshly revised map of the supply route defenses lay spread across the table, its lamplight trembling faintly beneath the sound of rain.

There was a thin streak of blood across Tang Wutong's shoulder, left when a soul tool fragment had grazed her as she shielded the grain convoy from shattered ice. The injury was minor, but Huo Yuhao had stared at it for a long while. He fetched clean bandages and wiped away the blood for her, his movements gentle as though afraid of damaging a butterfly wing.

Tang Wutong glanced at him. "I'm not made of porcelain."

"I know."

"It's only a little injury."

Huo Yuhao said softly, "I don't like seeing you hurt."

Tang Wutong's heart softened. Rainwater dripped from the ends of her hair onto her shoulders, while the platinum mark glowed gently beneath the dim lamplight, soft yet not the least bit weak. She had just thwarted Ju Zi's scheme along the supply route and truly silenced the Heaven Soul commanders. He set down the bandage and said earnestly, "Wutong, I know injuries are unavoidable in war, but I'll do everything I can to protect you."

Tang Wutong did not respond immediately. She lowered her head to look at the battle map, her fingertip pressing down on the red line marking the ice river branch route.

Huo Yuhao paused.

Tang Wutong's tone was calm, even carrying a trace of