Then outside the military camp, the sound of military sticks echoed, each strike like flesh being torn apart.
Inside the camp, only An Ning and Xiao Jinxing remained.
In silence.
An Ning thought that after resolving the issue with Feng Xiyun, she could have a good conversation with Xiao Jinxing.
But now with Xiao Jinxing's protection of Feng Xiyun... she's unsure if everything she wants to say is merely wishful thinking?!
What does she mean to Xiao Jinxing after all?!
An Ning's eyes flickered.
Xiao Jinxing suddenly grabbed her hand.
The familiar yet strange sensation in the palm.
An Ning pressed her lips, intending to shake off his hand but chose silence.
"Let's treat your wound first," Xiao Jinxing said.
He didn't explain why he had just spared Feng Xiyun.
An Ning glanced at her bleeding sword wound.
Perhaps she had been too emotional earlier to notice the pain.
Now that she's calm, it still hurts.
Pain that pierces the bone.
