"Yege..." Nan Feng realized she had no strength in her body, feeling nothing but pain. She could only speak weakly, "It hurts a bit, but I can bear it."
"It's all my fault for not being able to protect you well," Yege was filled with self-reproach.
"No, you've been great. Fengfeng has never blamed you. Yege, it's tiring lying like this. Could I... lie in your arms?"
Yege carefully cradled Nan Feng in his arms. Although he tried his best to avoid touching her wounds, he still inadvertently hurt her during the motion. Nan Feng bore the pain as best as she could.
"This position is much more comfortable," Nan Feng said as she hugged Yege, then nestled her face under his neck to gently rub against it, feeling his warmth and that familiar scent of his.
"Does it hurt as much?" Yege asked, not without anxiety.
"With you holding me, it doesn't hurt," Nan Feng smiled through her pain, "Keep me company and talk to me."
