Only after soothing Yuan Jing did Wenlong go to check on Lin Yueming's injuries. Her external wounds were not much of a concern; the real problem was the damage to her internal organs.
Lying in bed, Lin Yueming opened her eyes hazily. When she saw Wenlong arrive, she managed a strained smile.
"You suffered because of me. I'm ashamed." Wenlong felt awful too. He had witnessed Lin Yueming desperately shielding Yuanlai and his companion, taking a swipe from Big Black Dragon's claw.
Lin Yueming gazed at Wenlong with tenderness in her eyes, making him feel even worse. Of course he knew how she felt about him.
He stepped forward and gently stroked her silky hair, saying softly, "Don't worry. I'll definitely heal you. Don't worry."
Her tender gaze never left Wenlong's face. She merely nodded slightly to show that she understood.
Wenlong helped heal Lin Yueming every day and also spent a great deal of time disciplining the children.
That evening, he went for his usual walk in the Bamboo Grove. Coming here allowed his mind to relax completely.
A woman's figure appeared at the far end of the Bamboo Grove. He chuckled. "Yuan Jing, have you come out to walk with me too?"
"Brother Long, I came to talk to you about something," Yuan Jing answered clearly.
"Oh, you can talk to me anytime. Is it some kind of secret?" Wenlong asked with a smile.
The two walked side by side, and Yuan Jing began recounting her past with Lin Yueming.
Back in Lingnan City, she and Lin Yueming had spent a long time together.
They had been inseparable, as close as sisters. Much of Yuan Jing's early training in the martial dao had come from Lin Yueming, something Wenlong already knew.
They had also promised each other that