Ji Qingwu was keenly aware of this fact, yet she was completely helpless.
Seeing Emperor Wu Su lower his head, his eyes downcast and his body trembling slightly, he appeared to be enduring great pain.
Ji Qingwu furrowed her brow.
'Did I really hit him too hard just now?' Her own chest ached in sympathy.
Soon, Ji Qingwu discovered that she was completely and utterly wrong.
When Emperor Wu Su looked up again, his eyes were filled with amusement.
Not only were his eyes smiling, but he also laughed out loud.
His laughter even caused the wound on his chest to split open, seeping more blood until the bandage was completely dyed red.
But his smile held little joy or pleasure.
It was, more than anything, maniacal.
Emperor Wu Su paid no mind to the pain in his chest. Even as more blood flowed from the wound, he acted as if he couldn't feel a thing.
He lowered his gaze, the corners of his eyes tilting up in a faint curve as the dim candlelight melted across his face.
