The young man in the golden robe didn't mind using up the herbal medicine. Watching the fawn recover to its original state, he too appeared overjoyed, even pulling out a green, unripe fruit to tease the young deer with.
The fawn, seeing food, didn't refuse. It gobbled it down, focused solely on fattening itself up.
"Ugh..." Baili An let out a groan as a splitting headache racked him with intense pain, as if a giant hand was tearing through his brain.
The agony shook him awake from his fainting spell.
The fawn hurried over to his side, very considerately moving to his back and nudging him upright with its soft body.
The blood that had trickled down Baili An's face had already been carefully wiped away by Chen Xiaolan when she had draped the sacrificial robe over him.
Now as he rose, the wound on his forehead reopened, and warmth again trickled down.
