The hall was filled with plentiful rare and precious medicines, yet Baili An's wounds from the battle with Ning Feiyan in the valley had remained untreated. The stab wound that pierced through his chest and abdomen had even begun to fester slightly due to prolonged neglect.
The smell of fresh blood was unpleasant, but she didn't mind at all as she placed the small bundled-up Baili An on her bare feet.
She used a damp cloth to gently wipe the blood from his fur before she began to treat his wounds with medicine.
Her neatly tied hair had come loose at some point, falling in a cascade over her shoulders, softly brushing against him.
Under the faint halo of light, her features were serene and jade-like, stripped of the usual malevolent sharpness. A rare delicate docility now colored her face.
Baili An looked up, meeting her deep, dark eyes that were smiling gently at him.
