Chang’an hurriedly put on his shoes and outer garnts, but still quickly fetched him a bucket of hot water, undressed him, and carefully assisted him into the bath.
Ye Shu quietly watched the bucket of hot water, realizing that this silly girl must have been waiting for his return, preparing hot water day and night.
He sat down in the water, the hot water soaking into his wounds felt like they were splitting open, causing Ye Shu to frown slightly, but he quickly adapted to such pain. A fine layer of sweat ford on his nose as he said softly, "Your health is not good, there’s no need to burn wood and heat water every night."
Chang’an, however, paid no heed, sucking back her tears, her trembling hands carefully wiping his back.
The clear water in the wooden tub had long been stained a deep red.
The wounds on his body were countless, and so were festering. It was clear he had once again taken on an extrely dangerous mission for that Young Marquis of the Lin Family.
In contrast, the delicate and pampered Young Marquis spent his days idling in the city, cockfighting and dog walking, doing nothing.
Chang’an truly hated this man from the bottom of her heart!
During the bath, Ye Shu took two Replenishing Spirit Pills, his pallor finally slightly improving.
After adjusting his breath, he reached out and condensed a dark black ice needle, wordlessly handing it to Chang’an.
Chang’an seed oblivious, tightly pressing her lips together, only lowering her head to wipe his shoulders and back.
"Chang’an." Ye Shu’s tone suddenly beca sowhat stern.
Chang’an’s shoulders gave a slight shudder, and tears finally spilled from her eyes.
She silently took the black needle, her thin fingers groping between his back for a mont, then swiftly and accurately stabbing it into a critical spot, like dotting the eyes on a dragon, burying it completely.
Ye Shu’s fingers clasped the wooden tub with force, even his jaw began to tremble, his scarred body in the water trembling incessantly, the veins on his forehead bulging. Even the slightest movent tugged at his whole body, the bone-tearing pain completely beyond what willpower could endure, numbing both body and soul.
The pain reached an extre; Ye Shu had thought he could rely on his willpower to endure without making a sound, but unbeknownst to him, his ears were filled with the echo of his own unbearably tragic screams.
For a mont, he saw nothing, his spirit platform collapsed and disintegrated from the pain. He didn’t know how long it took for his dark and chaotic vision to gradually return to reality.
At this mont, he could no longer hear his screams.
Because his mouth was filled with the warm tallic taste of blood, not from biting through his own lips, but from Chang’an having placed her wrist in his mouth, bitten so deeply that blood flowed freely, the bone visible.
Ye Shu no longer had the strength to scold her, like a dead man, he slackened his jaw, his weak, almost emaciated chest rising and falling slightly, his ribs clearly protruding, resembling a fierce ghost!
His neck suddenly tightened as Chang’an wrapped her arms around him from behind, her breath warm and damp on the back of his neck.
Even when she cried, she did so without a sound.
"Is it done?" Ye Shu’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition, his throat tallic and sweet as he spoke.
Chang’an slowly raised her head, watching as the black lines ford fully into the Demon Mark on his back, gradually outlining the spirit key. She nodded, signaling it was done.
But seeing her expression, worried and troubled, she couldn’t seem to muster any happiness.
Ye Shu responded with a heavy nasal hum, exhausted. He struggled to stand, draping a coat over himself: "Help to bed, I’ll apply dicine for you."
Chang’an quietly assisted him to bed. As Ye Shu was about to apply dicine to her, she shook her head, silently extending her wrist.
The slender wrist appeared smooth and unscathed, with no sign of injury.
Ye Shu’s pupils constricted into lines, his breathing becoming uneven, he closed his eyes in pained understanding.
Chang’an quickly patted the back of his hand, indicating she was fine.
Ye Shu took a deep breath, turning over her wrist, seeing that the Gu spot had not appeared on her arm yet, he felt slightly relieved.
"It seems the Gu Mother planted by those beasts of the Demon Sect in you is rely at a bud stage, not fully awakened yet. You need not worry, tomorrow I’ll go to Dark City and certainly find a way to suppress it, I won’t..." Ye Shu’s gaze was deep and chilling: "I won’t let you beco like ."
Chang’an nodded vigorously, gesturing that since he was back, she was naturally unafraid of anything.
Ye Shu fell silent for a long ti, suddenly taking up the Jade Pendant and said quietly: "Today, he ca?"
Chang’an’s expression froze, hurriedly gesturing to explain: A month ago, he ca to my stall to eat bean curd and helped teach a few local ruffians a lesson. Since then, he has visited more frequently. I’ve listened to your words, I know my identity, and I would never go out of my way to cause trouble with him for the Lin Family, you trust !
"Why wouldn’t I trust you." Ye Shu put away the Jade Pendant, saying lightly, "In the coming days, I’ll return the Jade Pendant to him, he will naturally understand and won’t pester you anymore."
Chang’an’s eyes were bright, looking at him happily nodding, gesturing quickly: Then you’d better return it to him soon, I don’t like this person.
Ye Shu acknowledged with a hum, extinguishing the candles: "It’s late, you should sleep early."
In this long-anticipated reunion, Chang’an clearly didn’t want to sleep so early, in this rare, quiet night, she still wanted to talk more with him, so she laid down beside Ye Shu, holding his arm, and lightly wrote about today’s experiences on his palm with her finger.
Ye Shu seed uninterested in responding, closing his eyes as though to sleep, but when she wrote a key piece of information, his eyes suddenly opened.
Ye Shu turned his head to look at Chang’an, surprise mixed with joy in his question: "Are you saying soone nad Si Chen ca to Yunzhong? Saying he wants Lin Zheng’s help to enter Dark City?"
He survived leaving the Demon World?!
Chang’an wrote on his palm: What? You know him?
This was the first ti she had seen Ye Shu’s emotions so out of control.
Ye Shu’s expression turned serious: "If his Demon Pet has indeed ended up in Dark City, it would have surely been bought already. Si Chen searching for it now is like finding a needle in a haystack. The Lin Family can’t get involved, no one can help him, no, I must visit the Lin Family tomorrow."
Chang’an looked astonished; in her impression, Ye Shu was calm and composed, indifferent to people and things, never having shown such concern for anyone before.
She couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous, writing: You care for him this much, could he be very important to you.
Ye Shu slowly tilted his head back, closing his eyes, and surprisingly, she saw Ye Shu smile, a gentle laugh filled with indescribable peace and gratitude.
His voice was exceptionally light, carrying a hint of happiness: "He is the one who rescued my mother, in this world, one of the few people who let feel kindness. Do you think I shouldn’t be concerned about his affairs?"
Chang’an’s expression subtly changed; her finger, writing non-stop in his palm, slowly curled up, as if she was suddenly at a loss for words.
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