Recovery

Heaven Dou City, Moonlight Pavilion.

In the lavish room on the top floor, always suffused with a faint fragrance, Tang Yuehua gently blew on a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup to cool it before bringing it to Tang Hao's lips as he reclined against the soft couch.

Her movements were exceptionally gentle, her gaze fixed intently on Tang Hao's face, whose color had gradually returned.

Tang Hao silently opened his mouth, allowing the slightly bitter medicine to slide down his throat. He swallowed cooperatively, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

He could clearly feel his own body improving day by day.

The helplessness he had initially felt—where even breathing pulled at the agonizing pain in his lungs and Soul Power seemed frozen, impossible to mobilize—was gradually fading.

The clogged and torn places in his meridians were slowly healing and rebuilding under Tang Zhong's continued treatment and the nourishment of precious medicinal herbs Tang Yuehua had gathered regardless of cost.

Although he was still far from his peak, and he could still feel a faint sluggishness and weakness when circulating his Soul Power, he could at least walk now, regulate his breathing on his own, and even gather a portion of his Soul Power.

This was undoubtedly tremendous progress.

Tang Yuehua carefully wiped the medicinal stains from Tang Hao's lips with a silk handkerchief. Seeing that his profile was more spirited than it had been days ago, a complicated feeling welled up inside her.

She desperately hoped Tang Hao would recover sooner.

She hoped he could escape the torment of his injuries and straighten that back which had once been as dependable as a mountain.

Every time she saw him silently endure pain during treatment or frown tightly because of the sluggishness of his Soul Power, her heart hurt as though pierced