Seeing Qin Zhao wake up, Chu Yan held her tightly.
His eyes felt sore again.
Qin Zhao did not push him away, but her expression was complex.
The Netherworld Butterfly flew into her forehead, and though she had fainted, her Divine Sense could still perceive the outside world.
She had heard their conversation when Luo Han had made a request of Chu Yan.
"Does it hurt?"
Chu Yan loosened his grip slightly, and she pulled his left hand toward her.
"It's okay."
He tried to pull his hand back, not wanting her to see.
Qin Zhao still forcefully pulled it over, and his left hand appeared uninjured.
He had long ago used a spell to restore his little finger.
"I told you, it was okay long ago."
Seeing her forehead frown tightly, Chu Yan couldn't help but comfort her.
Qin Zhao did not speak, just stared at his hand, her fingertips rubbing against his little finger.
It indeed seemed to be healed.
But her master had told her before that an immortal's Divine Bone could only grow once.
