A trace of breath remained. Song Qing'an raised his hand to block her movement, his attitude unexpectedly firm.
The scene was all too familiar. Instantly, Feng Yinwan remembered the time in Wolong Valley.
Song Qing'an had also been shot while saving her. Back then, when she wanted to tend to his wound, he had repeatedly refused, using the excuse of "propriety between men and women."
He seemed to care a great deal about his clothes.
Feng Yinwan looked at him, her gaze narrowing.
"Your injury is serious."
This hidden weapon was unlike any ordinary weapon. A moment's carelessness could tear flesh and skin alike, not to mention that Song Qing'an had also been poisoned under unclear circumstances.
She needed to unfasten his clothes to investigate.
However, Song Qing'an refused to cooperate. "Wan'er, don't worry about me. Just do what you need to do."
His hand blocked her, seemingly strong, but in reality, it was already too weak to exert much force.
Feng Yinwan exerted a little strength and broke free, then sealed his acupoints with a reverse grip.
"Yuzhi, I cannot listen to you this time."
Adding new injuries on top of old ones was no trifling matter.
Song Qing'an was on the verge of unconsciousness and had no strength to stop her. Seeing this, he could only resign himself and close his eyes.
With his obstruction removed, Feng Yinwan smoothly unfastened his clothes and armor. As she pulled them down, her movements paused for a moment.
"It might hurt a little. Please bear with it for now."
His clothes were stuck to his skin, matted by blood. To avoid pulling on his wound, Feng Yinwan leaned closer, her movements exceedingly careful.
Her breath was light, falling softly on his back as her fingertips moved.
Song Qing'an, with his back to her, felt his eyelashes flutter lightly.
After a few breaths, her movements suddenly stopped. Feng Yinwan's hand froze in mid-air, her breathing halting abruptly.
"Yuzhi, on your back..."
How could there be burns?
Feng Yinwan had only pulled down half of his shirt, but the coiled scar began from that very half.
The scar snaked downwards, covering his entire back in an almost grotesque manner. Towards the edges, it was stretched into a near-transparent shape by the growth of new skin.
Song Qing'an opened his eyes upon hearing her. The next moment, her cool fingertips touched his skin without any barrier, causing him to tense instantly.
"Wan'er..."
As if a prelude to some secret revelation, Feng Yinwan's heart trembled, and she hastily interrupted him.
"Don't speak yet."
The tremor seemed to emanate from her bones. The strange sensation beneath her fingertips filled her with an inexplicable fear, daring not to speculate.
Yet, the sight before her almost told her directly that what Song Qing'an had always tried to conceal was the burn scar on his back.
He had never been in such peril. How could he have this on him...
Skin to skin, her fingertips on his back trembled lightly. Song Qing'an could feel her shaking.
His knuckles tightened silently. He wanted to turn, but she pressed him down.
"Why..."
Why would he endure so much suffering just to hide this scar and prevent her from seeing it?
And why, upon seeing the scar for the first time, did her body involuntarily tremble?
She desperately sought an explanation for these anomalies, yet for some reason, she felt a chill of apprehension at the explanation that was yet to come.
Song Qing'an reached out, his grip firm as he took her hand.
Feng Yinwan looked up, her gaze falling on a splash of crimson that had dropped from his body.
Unaware of Song Qing'an's sudden change in expression, her eyes narrowed, and she reached out to pick it up.
"What is this?"