Huo Jin nodded blankly.

“Then you don’t have to hurt yourself, right?” Her tone was gentle and soothing. “There are many ways to dispel pain. I’ll give you a medicine that can make you forget the pain, okay?”

She lowered her head and kissed him. Huo Jin lost all reason and sat on the ground, tightly holding her waist.

Her cloak fluttered down, and her clothes were instantly torn to shreds...

The old eunuch, initially worried about Miss Bai, was about to go in for a quick look, but soon silently withdrew and came out again. As expected of the Second Miss, she was previously known as "the thousand-year-old iron tree blossoms," and now she can even cure such madness.

But as he turned to leave, his eyes couldn't help but redden, and he gently wiped away a tear. He had taken care of His Majesty for many years, and naturally hoped that he would not be troubled by illness...

...

With the fairy's gentle comfort and Huo Jin's delirium, he vented all his pain on the fairy in another way. The night was long, the gauze fluttered, and sometimes sounds that seemed to be both painful and joyful came from inside the tent.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle ray of moonlight shone on Huo Jin's face once again. He opened his eyes, and instead of feeling depressed after his first attack, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

The room was filled with the lingering scent of photinia. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. His gaze shifted slightly and fell on the person lying beside him. Her body was covered with various bruises and marks, which looked quite gruesome, especially since her eyes were tightly closed.

Huo Jin suddenly recalled her countless pleas for mercy and her faint, hoarse voice. He panicked. He knew that he could hurt people when he had an attack. Hadn't he said he wouldn't see her?

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan!" He frantically lifted the person whose eyes were still closed.