Zhao Dong looked up to see Qing Yu, covered in blood, being thrown into the cell.
He rushed forward to support her. The sight of her made his heart ache sharply. He knew he was the one who had brought this upon her; her terrible condition was entirely his fault. Qing Yu was a good girl, and unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhao Dong would never have wanted to drag her into his suffering.
"Don't speak. I'll heal you," Zhao Dong said urgently. He quickly channeled his newly recovered Spiritual Energy into Qing Yu's body and fed her several Healing Pills.
Once Qing Yu's condition stabilized, Zhao Dong said bitterly, tears welling in his eyes, "You silly girl, why didn't you just tell them I took you hostage? They wouldn't have beaten you then!"
Qing Yu shook her head. "No, Senior. I don't think you did anything wrong."
"But I... I used you..." Zhao Dong said, his voice laced with bitterness.
