Li Ang knelt on one knee, holding the lotus foot of the blond young girl. Afraid to touch her wound, Li Ang cradled her calf, his breath brushing against her. The girl's beautiful toes curled slightly like pearls, and the sound from her mouth halted, as if time had stopped in this moment.
It's hard to imagine how these art-like feet withstand the pressure of being sliced by countless sharp blades, using a giant weapon to compete with powerful warriors in strength.
Li Ang knew, perhaps her doll-like appearance was innate, but her resilience surpassed steel, which is the reason she can abandon all her advantages and still stand firm.
Although she was always called the young lady, she was a complete counterexample of the common spoiled, ignorant, and harsh wealthy heiress.
Carefully applying the ointment and bandaging her up, the silence in the room finally ended.
Li Ang and Elaphia freed themselves from holding their breath and heard applause from behind.
