As the glazed lamps on the stone walls of the secret chamber gradually flickered out, Ye Fan's fingertips were still stained with uncleaned blood. Lin Zhaoyue's Primal Beginning Sword Qi was still wandering inside his body like a fine silver needle piercing his taut nerves—just now, when deducing the sword array, he had clearly smelled pine resin in the mist from the vent, exactly the same scent as the murderer who had pierced his dantian in his past life.
"Ye Lang?" Lin Zhaoyue's voice carried a hint of hesitation. She reached out and touched the back of his hand hanging over his knee. "Is something uncomfortable?"
Ye Fan snapped out of his daze and saw the concern in her eyes. The stain splashed on her cuff when he spat blood earlier had not yet dried, looking like a dark red flower. He suddenly remembered Chǔ Hóngzhuāng always saying Zhaoyue was like an icicle on a snowy peak, but at this moment he felt that even that icicle had warmth. "I'm fine." He gripped her hand, the warmth of his palms transmitting through their interlaced fingers. "Just... a little uneasy."
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