"Alright... I believe you..."
She raised her hand that was burned from the fight, and gently caressed the young man's face. Touched by his determination, she mostly didn't want her little junior to shoulder the burden of revenge at such a young age.
Yuyan had experienced that feeling before. It was lonely and unpleasant.
Moreover, she was still alive. Yino really didn't need to hold such a deep grudge for her...
"Senior Sister, let me treat your wounds."
Suddenly, Yino held the hand caressing his face.
He gripped Yuyan's wrist, placing it on his chest. Through the firelight from the mountain temple, Yino could faintly see the shocking row of burns on Yuyan's arm.
Of course, Yino knew that with Yuyan's cold-resistant holy body, burns of this level wouldn't leave scars.
