Yulan suspected that the reason Fu Chenhan kept spiraling into a berserk state was linked to the injury on his wings. While the Federation’s medical technology was by no means inferior to the Empire’s, Fu Chenhan had been avoiding treatment. It was either a complication with the wound itself, or a subconscious, psychological refusal to address it.
And as it turned out, the moment Yulan brought up the injury, Fu Chenhan stiffened. His thin lips pressed into a tight line, and he said nothing. His mood plummeted instantly; the malevolent, volatile energy radiating from his body began to surge and gather, making him look as if he were on the brink of losing his mind.
*A brat,* she thought. *As if I can’t handle him.*
Chapter 228