Yu Wenye stood in the center of the room, raising his arms, while another pair of fair hands had already picked up the heavy armor and carefully fitted it onto him.
By this time, the sunlight was already blazing.
Even though it only shone through the window mullions, there was a fiery heat to it. Despite Yu Wenye's efforts to steady his breath, Shang Ruyi, fastening his belt in front of him, could still feel his scorching breath, along with an inexplicable unease.
After fastening the belt, she slowly raised her head to look at his pale, almost bloodless face.
A whole night of low fever would sap anyone's vitality.
He had already given his all and was very exhausted from yesterday's battle; does he really have to fight with Xue Xian again today?
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi's breath became more disordered than his. After pondering for a long time, she finally asked softly, "Are you really going?"
Yu Wenye looked down at her.
