Carefully placing Yang Ruoxi on the sofa, Lin Kuang's dark eyes filled with worry and sorrow.
He hated his own weakness. If only he were stronger, Yang Ruoxi wouldn't be in this state. He hated himself for failing to protect her, for allowing her to be so grievously wounded.
Gazing at Yang Ruoxi's pale, pretty face, Lin Kuang took her wrist. True Qi flowed into her body, allowing him to examine her injuries. When he discovered the extent of her wounds, his expression became incredibly grim, and his entire body began to tremble.
Yang Ruoxi's injuries were severe—no, they were catastrophic. Nearly all her meridians were severed, and her internal organs were so badly damaged they were on the verge of disintegrating. If it weren't for her Yin Yang Physique and the Force of Nature that had protected her heart vessels at the last moment, she would already be dead.
