Zhu Zhuqing only felt a familiar warm current, like the spring sun, gently seeping into her skin and flowing through every part of her body.
This aura... was exactly the same as when he had healed her last time.
The burning pain at the wound quickly faded, replaced by a tingling, comfortable sensation.
In barely a dozen breaths, the wound deep enough to expose bone had completely closed, leaving only a faint pink mark.
Tang Shuo withdrew the Eastern Emperor Mirror, then took a jade bottle from his Soul Tool and poured out some dark green ointment.
A fresh herbal fragrance instantly spread through the room.
He dipped his fingers into the ointment, his gaze falling on several small cuts along the outside of her thigh that had been caused by the aftershock.
His fingertips carried a trace of coolness as he gently applied the ointment.
The icy sensation made Zhu Zhuqing's tense body tremble slightly, yet it felt so comfortable that she nearly let out a soft moan.
Only after finishing all this did Tang Shuo stand, pull over a chair, and sit beside the bed.
For a time, the room fell silent.
Zhu Zhuqing tugged at her torn clothes, trying to cover the patch of snow-white skin, but the blush on her face refused to fade.
She secretly lifted her eyes and studied the man before her.
His profile was sharply defined, his nose high and straight, and his eyes as deep as the night sky beneath the lamplight.
Compared to when he had been in Suotuo City, he seemed a little taller and steadier. The ever-present composure between his brows fascinated her, yet also made him seem somewhat... distant.
"You pushed yourself too hard in the arena today."
Tang Shuo's voice broke the silence.
"Why?"
At his