He said to Lucian, "Take care of her."
Lucian looked calm, almost as if he had already expected this outcome.
He snapped his fingers.
A healing spirit appeared in the air, floating arrogantly as if it owned the place.
Before it could act, Lucian's long, pale fingers held it firmly in place.
"Heal her, and don't you dare kiss her again; otherwise, forget about being able to see her ever again," he said coolly.
The healing spirit, which had been haughty just moments ago, panicked instantly. It shook its head rapidly, clearly terrified of Lucian.
Lucian smiled faintly. "Your job is simple. Send healing waves into her body while maintaining distance."
The spirit hesitated, then nodded reluctantly, irritation clear on its chubby face.
It stretched out its small, watery paws, releasing soft yellow waves that slowly flowed into Lana's body.
The moment those waves entered her, Lana's condition visibly improved.
