Yanzhu was badly injured. Although she said nothing, Yaojiu could feel that her wounds were severe. After all, that blow had pierced straight through her chest. That was the power of a true dragon—something beasts and demons had feared and desperately avoided for a thousand years. And it had struck her heart, the most fragile heart of the Human Race.
How could she possibly be fine? She was simply refusing to speak of it.
The wind along the coast was fierce, but it did not matter. Yaojiu believed his lush, thick fur was enough to keep Yanzhu warm; as long as he held her tight, everything would be fine.
Chapter 131