Past Events

Jiang Yao did not feel disappointed because she was not surprised. Even though she guessed that he was on a mission, she knew it would have nothing to do with her.

The last time she was hurt while on a mission, it profoundly affected Lu Xingzhi. He would never, ever put her at risk again.

"I will be blunt. You might not understand. I will start from the beginning. Didn't you ask me where this wound was from?" Lu Xingzhi asked, grabbing Jiang Yao's hand and probing an old scar on his back and waist.

Lu Xingzhi had served in the military for many years, and he had numerous wounds on his body that symbolized glory. Among those scars, the one on his back and waist terrified Jiang Yao the most.

Even after all these years, Jiang Yao could still discern the direction and remnants of the wound. Even if she did give him medicine created in the medical system, it was only slightly diluted.

"I should have told you before," Lu Xingzhi said.