The jade dew melted the moment it entered his mouth, turning into a cool, warming current that slid down his throat and slowly seeped into Su Yu's limbs and bones.
His tightly knitted brows seemed to relax a little, and his breathing grew somewhat steadier.
Just then, a maid entered from the outer room, carrying a basin of steaming clean water.
She set the basin steadily on the low table beside the bed, then bowed and withdrew without making the slightest unnecessary sound.
Bibi Dong picked up the towel draped over the edge of the basin, swished it through the hot water a few times, and wrung it out.
Then she gently pressed the towel against the back of her own hand to test its temperature. Only after confirming it was not too hot did she bend closer to the bed.
With gentle movements, she held the towel and wiped away the blood remaining on Su Yu's cheeks, little by little.
Her brow and eyes, usually cloaked in frosty majesty, had now relaxed completely.
The tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed, forming a curious contrast with her status as Pope.
Watching from the side, Ning Fengzhi and Ye Linglong could barely contain their astonishment.
After dealing with Bibi Dong for so many years, he had long grown accustomed to her imposing presence even when she was not angry. When had he ever seen such a tender side of her?
For Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, to tend to someone herself, setting aside her lofty standing like this to patiently wipe away his blood...
Across the entire continent, there was probably no one besides Su Yu who could receive such treatment.
Ning Fengzhi and Ye Linglong exchanged a glance, then left the room with Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling, and