The injured man, who had already taken up more of Rouxi's time than ever should be allowed, stared at Rouxi for several long seconds after she told him to start talking.
His eyes were clearly drawn to his woman, but the hunger that Yuche thought he had seen before was gone.
Now there was only exhaustion on his face.
If Yuche was any other kind of man, he might have felt something for that bone deep exhaustion. But he refused to trust the man any further than he could throw him.
The stranger tried to brace himself on his ruined hands, only for his shoulder to jerk the moment he put weight on them. Chenghai's grip tightened on his weapon before he caught himself, and Yuche noticed the reaction without looking away from the man for long.
Rouxi, on the other hand, watched him without pity.
That was one of the reasons Yuche loved her.
