"How do you feel?"
Mu Yuan helped Ling Yan to the bed and asked Ling Yan after he took off his combat uniform.
Ling Yan's body was covered with hideous burn scars, which were the marks left by the Soul-burning Chain. On his spine, five needle holes with a diameter of at least five millimeters were still very obvious.
Just looking at such scars, Mu Yuan felt pain. It was
a pain that he felt himself feel.
Even his heart was throbbing with pain.
"It's okay."
Ling Yan's voice was very light. He looked at Mu Yuan carefully applying the medicine to himself, and his eyes softened.
Mu Yuan applied the medicine on his arms and ribs, and sat behind him.
He raised his hand and gently touched the needle holes on his spine, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
