His skin was very white, almost sickly white.
Yu Yan thought that he was still full of vigor when he was a child, even though he was seriously injured back then.
When did it become like this?
The woman fell silent, and for a moment the air was eerily quiet.
Only faint breathing sounds remained, along with the occasional soft groans that Feng Su let out as he was being healed by the soothing spiritual energy.
His gaze was fixed on the scar on Feng Su's back.
Perhaps because she had been staring at him for too long, Feng Su couldn't help but shift his body slightly.
The attempt to cover it up only makes it more obvious.
He was aware of the scars on his body.
He had never cared about those ugly, crisscrossing scars before, but now, being looked at like that by his master, he suddenly became bothered.
"Master, is it ready?"
Feng Su turned around and faced Yu Yan.
Without waiting for a reply, she quickly pulled up her clothes to cover the wound.
"Feng Su, it is my fault."
Yu Yan tucked her fingers together and said softly.
He didn't have to wear a mask, but he listened to her.
He didn't need to suffer this undeserved misfortune; he was hurt by her.
...
Do you still remember how you got the scar on your back?
Scars etched into the soul.
This was the first time Yu Yan had asked him this question.
Feng Su paused in the act of fastening his belt, his right hand unconsciously touching the mask.
The slight tremor lasted for a moment, then it was quickly withdrawn.
The Master asked about the back, not the face.
"I don't know."
Feng Su thought he probably knew.
Faced with his master's blunt questioning at this moment, he suddenly wanted to cover it up.
Ideally, she should be completely hidden from view.
They couldn't see his shameful past.
They couldn't see how pathetic he was being bullied.
He had imagined countless times, like Ji Wuye, using his misery to win her heartache.
He wanted his master to pay more attention to him and show him more pity.
But what he won through such hardship doesn't seem to be what he wanted.
What does he want?
Feng Su's vision was as if shrouded in a layer of mist.
He felt the answer was right in front of him, yet he couldn't quite grasp it.
Yu Yan glanced at him, unsure whether she believed him.
"Take good care of yourself for the next two weeks and don't overdo it with cultivation." The woman handed her two bottles of pills, one green and one white. "Remember to take them every day."
"yes."
Feng Su stood up, supporting himself on the table.
Before leaving, he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
The wound on my shoulder started hurting terribly again.
It was as if reminding him that he shouldn't ask who Fang Sheng was anymore.
In the end, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Feng Su walked out, clutching two bottles of pills.
Yan Hui Palace is rarely closed during the day.
Li Ze, who had been leaning against the door, immediately straightened up when he saw Feng Su's figure.
He looked at him with concern.
"Senior brother, are you alright?"
He didn't know how long he had been leaning there.
But apart from that muffled thud, he heard nothing else.
It was Master who activated the barrier.
Master has always thought highly of Senior Brother, so it's unlikely that he should be punished.
But Feng Su's blood-soaked shoulder and pale lips immediately made him overturn his guess.
Feng Su's jaw tightened; he hadn't expected to run into Li Ze when he came out.
There was no time to clean the bloodstains on the robes.
He glanced at him and quickly said it was nothing.
Then he quickly hid the medicine bottle, which Li Ze hadn't had time to notice, in his sleeve.
"Hey, senior brother!"
Li Ze called out as he watched the boy's retreating figure.
It's obvious that my senior brother has been punished by our master.
It's good to let him know, just in case he accidentally offends his master next time...
Li Ze cautiously looked into the Chaoyan Returning Hall.
In my memory, my master never lost her temper; she was always tolerant of them.
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