After Iron Hand left, I slumped on the bed, the wound on my shoulder burning with pain. The moonlight outside the window shone coldly in, casting the shadow of iron bars onto the floor.
"Get rid of me?" I muttered to myself, my fingers unconsciously rubbing the bandage over the arrow wound—the very one Yafeng had wrapped for me with her own hands.
The thought gave my stomach a sharp twist. Iron Hand was Yafeng's most respected master; if he turned against me, which side would Yafeng choose?
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