"I'll do it." Feng Wuya took the bowl of medicine from Jiang Tao's hand.
Jiang Tao hesitated, uneasy. "Your Highness, the Master... she might not want this..."
"It's fine, you may leave." Long Xinghe closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she had regained her composure.
Jiang Tao retreated.
Feng Wuya, holding the medicine bowl, sat beside Long Xinghe.
He used his clean long fingers to pick up a bit of ointment.
This medicine was to be applied to Long Xinghe's face; even her face had developed many blisters from the burns.
Long Xinghe thought she was calm enough to face all of this.
But when she saw his long fingers about to touch her face, she instinctively turned her head away.
The movement caused the blisters on her face to ache again, making her wince.
It truly hurt badly!
"Don't move around, don't break the blisters, or they will leave scars."
Feng Wuya's voice was gentle, a gentleness Long Xinghe had never witnessed, let alone experienced.
Her heart felt even more desolate.
Indeed, Wuya was so kind. Knowing she had become like this for him, he would treat her gently, even if he found it distasteful.
But the last thing she wanted was for him to compromise himself like this.
"Xinghe, don't move, I'll apply the medicine for you." Feng Wuya was extremely patient, his long fingers approaching again. "Making things difficult for me actually makes things more difficult for yourself."
His words made Long Xinghe pause abruptly, her resistance vanishing.
Why be like this? It seemed so melodramatic.
At least, Wuya's concern for her now was genuine.
What was the point of making things difficult for him?
She turned her face back, no longer avoiding his gaze.
She presented her battered face clearly before him.
"Are you alright, Sir?" she asked.
Feng Wuya nodded. "His martial arts are higher than mine. When the explosion occurred, he protected me first, so he sustained some injuries, but they are not serious."
Long Xinghe felt relieved.
Their arduous journey here was solely to find Wuchenzi.
If anything happened to Wuchenzi, Wuya would not only be disappointed but would also blame himself terribly.
Thinking of this, Long Xinghe felt a sense of melancholy.
In her past life, she must have done many bad things to Feng Wuya, and this life was for repaying those debts.
Even at death's door, she thought of him.
All for him.
If someone had told her three months ago that she would be so madly devoted to a man in this life, she would have laughed at them for being crazy.
It turned out there truly were predestined trials.
"Wuya," she suddenly called out softly.
"What? Did I hurt you?" Feng Wuya's fingertips moved even more delicately, not daring to apply any force.
"No." Long Xinghe smiled faintly. Her smile seemed calm, but looking deeper, one could still discern a trace of bitterness.
"Don't feel guilty towards me, and don't change your opinion of me because of guilt. I don't need this kind of pity, Wuya..."
"Don't speak," Feng Wuya's expression turned cold in an instant.
No one knew what he was thinking.
After this statement, he didn't utter another word, only carefully applied the medicine to Long Xinghe.
Even Long Xinghe couldn't understand what he was thinking.
Outside the cave, not far away, Murong Yu and Wuchenzi stood together.
From a distance, Wuchenzi looked like an old man over fifty, with white hair.
As for what he looked like, with the half-white beard on his face, most people couldn't see clearly.
In any case, he had the appearance of an otherworldly master.
Murong Yu looked at him, somewhat taken aback. "You're leaving?"