Louis's eyes narrowed slightly.
'Could it be? Did the little female really use some kind of cloaking Spiritual Technique?'
Yu Zhizhi couldn't resist sneaking a glance at him.
Louis's pale face was splattered with blood. He had a high-bridged nose and thin lips, and his emerald eyes shone like a lone green star in the night sky, emitting a soft glow.
The young man exuded an aura of cold indifference tinged with danger.
He was scrutinizing her.
Reaching out from under the covers, Yu Zhizhi gently took hold of one of his fingers.
"...Do you need my help?"
She didn't know where Louis's hostility was coming from. She only thought that he might have gotten injured during the short time he'd been gone.
'Perhaps her Healing Skill could be useful.'
Louis glanced down at her small, delicate hand. With no lights in the room, the soft, warm sensation of her touch felt all the more distinct.
'She's so warm, completely different from the Turtle Clan creatures he'd known.'
