Long Xinghe finally finished making the Whirlwind Spear.
"This spear isn't lethal, but if the user knows the acupoints on the human body, its power will be immense. It can hold a hundred silver needles, enough to take down a dozen experts... Wuya, what's wrong? Is your heart uncomfortable?"
Long Xinghe, who was explaining the Whirlwind Spear's functions, looked up and saw Feng Wuya frowning.
She immediately tucked the Whirlwind Spear into her pocket and went to support Feng Wuya. "Is your heart uncomfortable? Is it very painful? I'll go find A'Li!"
Long Xinghe helped him sit down on a chair and turned to leave.
However, as soon as she took a step, her wrist was grabbed.
Long Xinghe looked down at the large palm holding her wrist, feeling a bit dazed.
He had always disliked physical contact with women.
Even though she looked like a ghost now, she was still a woman.
"Wuya..."
"I'm fine, just... feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, here." He clutched the area where his heart was.
Seeing this, Long Xinghe became even more anxious. "I'll have A'Li come over to check on you."
He had undergone heart surgery, and if his heart felt uncomfortable now, it was definitely not a minor issue.
She feared there might be sequelae after the surgery.
But he didn't let go.
"Wuya, let go first, I'll be back soon." Long Xinghe understood that patients often felt insecure when they were ill.
He held her hand tightly, and she couldn't bear to push him away.
After thinking for a moment, she turned towards the door, intending to call Jiang Tao.
But Feng Wuya stopped her. "I don't want to see anyone right now."
"But..."
"I said, I don't want to see anyone!" This time, Feng Wuya's tone was heavier.
Seeing her still looking at him with concern, Feng Wuya's voice finally softened. "I'm really fine, it's just... I'm fine now."
It was just that a moment ago, when he thought she was rushing to finish everything and then leave, he had felt a pang of discomfort.
"Then..."
Long Xinghe continued to look down at his five fingers gripping her wrist.
Each finger was distinct, fair and smooth as jade, incredibly beautiful.
If not for the current situation, she would have been genuinely happy to be held by him.
Even though she knew there was no future.
Feng Wuya knew what her question was, and he himself had a pile of questions.
Why did he insist on holding her and not letting go?
But he himself didn't know.
Long Xinghe, however, thought of a reason for him. "Don't be afraid, just calm yourself down, and your heart won't hurt."
Feng Wuya was slightly stunned, and then looking at her worried eyes as she stared at him, he suddenly understood.
So, she thought he was holding her because he was afraid of his condition.
This was good, at least there was no need for explanation.
He had never been good at explaining things.
"Don't panic, calm yourself down," Long Xinghe continued to comfort him.
Feng Wuya looked up at her face.
Long Xinghe then remembered that for convenience, when she was in her room and not going out, she didn't even wear her veil.
Now, all the scars on her face were exposed to him without reservation.
For a moment, Long Xinghe felt inferior and didn't dare to meet his gaze directly.
Later, however, she let go of that feeling.
She was already this ugly, and he had seen her clearly long ago, so what was there to hide?
With that thought, her gaze became open and confident.
She smiled and said, "Are you scared by my face? If you don't like it, I can put on my veil."