Just by holding her, his heart could no longer remain calm.
The pounding in his chest felt like sunlight falling on his body, driving away all the darkness inside.
He felt brightness and color.
Xuan Yan looked at her pale face, worried out of his mind. "Your complexion is very pale. How about I take you to an inter-clan doctor for a look?"
Su Muyao shook her head. "I'm fine. I know medicine myself. I'll be okay after a bit of rest, really."
Afraid Xuan Yan wouldn't believe her, Su Muyao's gaze was utterly sincere.
Xuan Yan was still holding Su Muyao by the waist, not loosening his grip, and his hands were still sending energy into her.
As Su Muyao gradually felt some strength returning, she also felt Xuan Yan transmitting energy to her.
She hurriedly struggled out of Xuan Yan's arms. "I'm really fine now, don't waste energy on me."
Watching Su Muyao pull away from his embrace, Xuan Yan felt a sort of indescribable loss in his chest.
A very unfamiliar feeling.
