My shoulder was in agonizing pain, but my heart was floating on air. Mu Wanqing was using her hands, which had spent years gripping swords, to carefully re-dress my wound. Her fingertips occasionally brushed against my skin, cool like morning dew.
"Hiss—take it easy," I deliberately winced and made a face.
"Serves you right," she said, though her hands moved even more gently. "Who asked you to play the hero?"
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