Ju Zi was shocked when she heard him. She was surprised that Wang Dong’s voice was crisper and even more harmonious than her own.

For some reason, she didn’t persist. Wang Dong’s hands were already moving swiftly, and his ten fingers shone with dim golden light, displaying his great dexterity. He managed to quickly remove all the dirt from Huo Yuhao’s back and stitched up his wounds. Then the bleeding was stopped.

Ju Zi was silent as she opened the medicinal bottle and scattered the powder on Huo Yuhao’s wounds. There was one thing in common between her and Wang Dong. They were both crying. Wang Dong had to wipe his tears off several times with his sleeves to keep his vision from blurring. However, some of his tears still dripped onto Huo Yuhao’s mangled body.

Different scenes played out in their minds. Ju Zi thought of how Huo Yuhao had saved her in the Jing Yang Mountain Ranges, and how he looked when he was grilling meat, whereas Wang...