Ambiguity

When Chen Mo opened his eyes with a splitting headache, the first thing he saw was the white ceiling of a tent. He stared blankly for several breaths before a tidal wave of agony surged through his body.

The pain was as though his entire body had been torn apart.

He could not help drawing several sharp breaths, his face twisting in agony.

Yet this pain made him secretly sigh in relief. At least it proved that he was not dead.

He glanced down at himself. A woman's robe covered his body, but beneath it, he was completely naked.

However, not a trace of the wounds on his body remained. They had all healed.

But the state inside his body was rather terrible.

The excruciating pain he had just felt all came from within.

Enduring the pain in his body, Chen Mo shifted his gaze around, wondering where he was.

But he was still alive.

That meant Nangong Nan must have arrived with reinforcements at the critical moment.

As Chen Mo's thoughts raced, the tent flap was suddenly lifted. Then he saw a tall figure walk in, her beautiful eyes staring somewhat blankly at the awakened Chen Mo.

She held a bowl in her hands, steam rising from it as a faint aroma of meat drifted into Chen Mo's nose.

It was a bowl of meat soup.

And she was none other than Nangong Nan.

Her expression shifted. She came to the bedside and sat down. "How are you feeling?"

"It hurts, but it won't kill me." Chen Mo struggled into a sitting position, then said, "Good thing you saved me. Otherwise, I would have been dead for sure."

"I saved you?" Nangong Nan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head. "In what sense did I save you?"