When Xu Yuan entered the inner chamber, Li Junwu was seated cross-legged with her eyes closed, regulating her breathing.
As soon as he stepped in, Xu Yuan's brow involuntarily furrowed upon seeing the inner armor discarded beside her.
He knew Li Junwu had been injured by the backlash of the Military Array Force, but he hadn't expected the injuries to be this severe.
Walking over to her side, Xu Yuan bent down, picked up the inner armor, scrutinized it for a moment, then shifted his gaze to its owner, his long, narrow eyes narrowing slightly.
Her tightly closed, delicate lashes trembled faintly. Her face was pale, and though Li Junwu bore no visible wounds, the barely congealed bloodstains nearly covered the entire surface of the inner armor.
"Handling a lady's intimate garments is not exactly a commendable habit."
