Yu Lan suspected that Fu Chenhan's rampage was related to the injury on his wings.
The Federation's medical technology was no weaker than the Empire's, but Fu Chenhan kept putting off treatment. There was either a problem with the wound itself, or he was psychologically and subconsciously avoiding it.
And sure enough...
The moment Yu Lan mentioned the injury...
Fu Chenhan froze instantly.
He pressed his thin lips together, saying nothing.
His entire mood instantly plummeted. The violent aura around him began to faintly rise and gather again, as if he were on the verge of losing control.
'Hah!'
'As if she couldn't handle him.'
She leaned down.
SMOOCH! The sound echoed in the air.
Fu Chenhan was completely stunned.
Yu Lan... had just kissed him.
'She kissed me!'
A rich, warm fragrance drifted through the air.
"Can you talk now?"
Yu Lan looked at Fu Chenhan, waiting for him to speak.
Fu Chenhan didn't move, his thin lips remaining pressed shut.
