How could that be?
Feng Zhan looked at the changes that were not stained by any blood. The astonishment in his eyes made him unable to move a step.
Without any hesitation, he pushed Feng Zhan away.
"Elder brother, you don't have to worry about me."
His deep blue eyes were currently filled with pain.
A thin layer of frost also began to form on Yan Ruyu's green clothes.
"How could this be?"
"I'll help you go to the hot spring."
Within the cave, there was a private hot spring. Yan Ruyu had meticulously made it in order to recuperate Zhao Shuning's injuries. He never expected that it would come in handy now.
When Feng Zhan helped Yan Ruyu into the hot spring, Yan Ruyu's face was already numb from the cold.
Feng Zhan could only put Yan Ruyu in the hot spring, letting the warm spring water protect him from part of the cold.