His face was pale, his crimson eyes fixed on her. In a hoarse voice,
"Mm."
Hearing his response, Su Ye's touch grew even gentler as she worked with extreme care.
As she tended to him, she couldn't help but frown and say,
"You wouldn't be in pain if you stopped hurting yourself."
Once she was finished, Su Ye steeled herself.
'Forget it. I've already taken off his shackles; putting them back on is out of the question. Besides, for some reason, he's severely injured.'
'I have to clean his wounds.'
With that thought, she took his hand and led him down the corridor.
She was careful to avoid his injuries, holding his hand tightly.
Perhaps it was the pain from his wounds, but he became much quieter. His eyelids drooped, his long, black lashes trembling and hiding his crimson eyes, making him look exceptionally frail.
A deep purple Lycoris radiata covered most of his face, and his hair was fanned out around him.
