An Yingming planned to wait until Ye Qiu's injuries healed a bit before he took her to find another hidden place to recover.
Somehow, the wound on Ye Qiu appeared extremely terrible, with a slash that turned over flesh and blood, stretching from her scapula down to her waist on her smooth back.
Her pristine white wings behind her were nearly severed at the root, a bloody, muddled mess.
However, Ye Qiu now seemed much better, except for her face still pale and her lips devoid of any color, everything else was fine.
An Yingming couldn't help but marvel at Ye Qiu's recuperative abilities.
He optimistically thought that before long, he could go back and explain everything to Su Li.
As An Yingming pondered, Ye Qiu clung to him like a boneless creature, pressing herself against the man and asking, "Ming, what are you thinking?"
"Don't I look nice?"
