"Stretch out your hand."
Lynn issued the command in a flat tone.
The two had grown accustomed to this over the past few days, and Hillena did not hesitate as she skillfully extended her slender hand, as if it were a routine procedure.
The warmth of their touching palms was felt as she silently averted her gaze to the distance—this was Lynn's routine of helping her purify the bizarre red mist within her, absorbing it all into himself.
If Lynn didn't do this, she feared she would have died long ago.
During the purification, Lynn suddenly asked, "Has your body recovered somewhat?"
From a perspective he couldn't see, a strange look flashed in Hillena's eyes, but she shook her head lightly and denied, "No..."
Hearing this, Lynn only sighed softly and said no more. After completing the purification, he released her hand, walked to a green stone by the pond, and lay down.
