"The sword tassel you gave me... was on the Cold Abyss Sword, but now the Cold Abyss Sword is no longer with me."

Given the ruthlessness with which Yimu ambushed him, he should have died on the spot. It was only because the sword tassel that Fengguang gave him served as a defense that he was spared.

Thinking of the master who raised me...

Fang Yue was unsure of his own mindset.

Fengguang nuzzled his neck, whimpering like a cat, "It's okay... I'll make you another one later."

"That's something you gave me..."

"If you feel sorry, then give yourself to me."

A glint flashed in his pitch-black eyes. "Alright, I'll give myself to you."

"Hmm..." she mumbled, "I still need to think about how to get rid of that predestined marriage of mine..."

"Actually, I..." The sound of her long, steady breathing interrupted him. Not wanting to disturb her rest, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

For some reason, despite being seriously injured, he couldn't fall asleep. He was afraid that if he woke up and opened his eyes again, she would be gone.

This problem tormented him for almost a whole night. As dawn broke, he finally succumbed to his injuries and the sweet fragrance of the young girl beside him, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the moment the sunlight streamed through the window, the person in bed instinctively opened their eyes.

His first reaction was to realize that the seat next to him was empty. He was suddenly gripped by a strong sense of panic. He moved, which aggravated his wound, but he seemed not to feel the excruciating pain. Just as he was about to sit up, a girl's exclamation came from the doorway.

"Fang Yue, what are you doing!" Feng Guang rushed in, first placing the medicine she was carrying on the table, then pressing him back down onto the bed as he tried to sit up. She shouted, "You're still injured, you're not allowed to get up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into that hard, powerful chest.

Your injury!

Fang Yue held her tightly, not letting her leave. Suppressing his immense panic, he whispered, "I thought you left again..."

Feng Guang's heart softened suddenly. She tried her best not to let her weight press down on him and sighed, "But I haven't left, have I?"

"Fengguang, promise me, don't let me lose sight of you."

"Okay... I promise you." She hadn't expected that simply brewing a bowl of medicine would elicit such a strong reaction from him.

Fang Yue received her promise, but he still couldn't let her go for a long time.

Gradually, Feng Guang smelled blood and saw the bloodstains seeping through his clothes. "Fang Yue, your wound has reopened!"

He replied nonchalantly, "It's alright."

"What do you mean 'no problem'?!" Feng Guang struggled to get out of his arms. "It's one thing if you don't cherish your body, but all those medicines you've been drinking were brewed by me. Are you supposed to waste them like this? You lie down properly, I'm going to call the doctor!"

After saying those harsh words, she ran out quickly, but a moment later she came running back in a flurry, dragging someone along with her.

Dr. Sun exclaimed, "Hey, slow down, slow down! You're going to tear my old bones apart!"

"His wound has reopened, you must take a look!"