Feng Yexuan had many wounds on his body.
But that wasn't the point; his body never lacked for wounds.
A man who had been alive on the battlefield for nearly ten years.
What distressed Chu Qianli the most was that this time, the wounds were either scratches or bites.
In many areas, the flesh was so mangled by bites that it was still bleeding.
The blood oozing out, though not all black, was also not bright red.
His body was full of toxins!
"Don't panic, I took the antidote before I came."
Although Feng Yexuan liked how she worried about him, if she truly worried too much, to the point of feeling uncomfortable, that would be heart-wrenching.
His voice, hoarse from battle after battle, said, "I'm alright."
"Who cares if you're alright or not?"
Chu Qianli didn't know what had come over her; she was never usually so emotional.
But at that moment, her voice was a bit hoarse as well.
