Jelous felt it even more keenly. They had not seen each other for a while, yet more than half of General Ambrose's brown hair had already turned white.
"Your Highness, you're here?"
Ambrose turned and saw Jelous. A wound ran across his face, tearing his once-handsome features into two savage halves. He seemed to try to smile, but the movement tugged at his wound, twisting the smile even further.
When he noticed Ye Chuqi behind Jelous, Ambrose seemed worried that the wound on his face might frighten her. He turned slightly aside, avoiding her gaze. "You must be Eldest Miss Ye. At last, we meet."
Ye Chuqi looked at the wound on Ambrose's face, her expression growing grave. Given the medical resources in this world, there were well-developed potions for treating external injuries. When she first met Red Beard, for example, the wound on his face had nearly taken his head off. Granted, she had applied medicine herself, but after Xiya treated him, not even the slightest scar remained.
The Beast Abyss Frontline might not have gathered the finest physicians on the Raila Continent, but when it came to treating external injuries, there was no reason they would leave their commander, Ambrose, with a wound like this that had clearly gone unhealed for so long.
Seeing Ye Chuqi tilt her head to study his wound, Ambrose sighed. "I was worried a wound like this would frighten you."
Ye Chuqi raised an eyebrow. "Lord Ambrose, do you take me for some pampered young lady raised in a sheltered garden, who would faint at the sight of an injured rabbit?"
Ambrose was embarrassed. He did not truly think Ye Chuqi was that sort of person, but he always tried to be considerate toward ladies, as a gentleman should. Clearly, he had been