A soft golden hue flickered as he channeled healing through the minor injuries that crisscrossed her body. "You've pushed yourself too far again."
He didn't need to raise his voice; the faint reprimand in his tone was enough. Ling Yu gave no response, only tilted her head slightly to the side to glance at the glowing panel floating before her eyes, the translucent, shimmering interface only she could see.
Her frown deepened.
Nie Ziyu and Ye Qingxue followed behind, silent for a while before the latter finally spoke up. "She hasn't even taken a breath, has she?"
"No," Nie Ziyu replied softly, her gaze lingering on the faint tremor of Ling Yu's hands. "She won't, not until she's sure the mission's finished. You know how she gets."
Xian Yu didn't look back, but his expression tightened. "That's the problem. She doesn't stop unless someone makes her so."
He almost smiled, a bitter one. "If only Song were here. He's the only one she listens to."
