The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 437 - 436: A Glimmer of Enlightenment

Big Bird, carrying Ha Ha, left the battlefield amid Qicai’s envious gaze.

Jing Bai stayed, guarding a few Fierce Beasts as they recovered from their injuries, before leaving with them later.

On the other hand, Fu Yunhe, who was dragged away by Nian Shutong, kept staring at his own wrist.

He looked at the hand that didn’t belong to him, its delicate touch, soft texture, and seemingly cool temperature which caused him a burning sensation.

"Fu Yunhe, are you seriously injured?"

Nian Shutong turned around with concern, checking him over from head to toe.

"Your pulse is racing too fast!"

"And, do you have a fever? Your face is so red? Your palms are quite hot too."

At this moment, Nian Shutong had already touched Fu Yunhe’s forehead with one hand and felt the temperature of his palm.

This is too hot!

Could it be an internal injury?

Nian Shutong had pulled Fu Yunhe onto Shadowless, activated the autopilot, and proceeded to take his pulse.

"There’s no internal injury..."

Nian Shutong was utterly baffled, Fu Yunhe’s symptoms were truly bizarre.

Mental disarray, fever, severe palpitations.

Fu Yunhe, watching Nian Shutong trying to figure out what was wrong with him, felt powerless and a bit of sweetness from her concern.

"I’m fine, just got a little excited from the fight earlier."

Upon hearing Fu Yunhe’s explanation, Nian Shutong found it somewhat plausible.

If she were like Fu Yunhe, having not fought in a long time, she’d be overly excited after a fight too.

"That’s good then, I thought something was wrong with you."

"Stretch out your hand."

Nian Shutong’s palm faced up, her four fingers curled in motion towards Fu Yunhe.

"What?"

Fu Yunhe hadn’t grasped Nian Shutong’s intention yet; he didn’t think his minor hand injury was worth looking at, so he was momentarily confused.

"Your hand! The injured one!"

Then, Fu Yunhe understood and raised his injured hand, embarrassedly saying, "It’s just a scratch, no big deal."

Nian Shutong glanced at Fu Yunhe indifferently, grabbing his wrist forcefully with one hand, with a fierceness that was somewhat cute.

"It doesn’t matter if you think it’s no big deal, I’m the one who decides!"

Though Nian Shutong spoke roughly, her movements were gentle as she looked at the streaks of blood on his palm, where the bones were faintly visible, feeling somewhat upset inside.

"Are you an idiot? Is proving you can win that important?"

"Proving I can win isn’t important, but I wanted to win in front of you just once."

Fu Yunhe’s words caused Nian Shutong, who was tending to his wounds, to fumble with her actions, her emotions fluctuating.

What did he mean by that?

Was it the loyalty of a subordinate, or something more?

In this moment, Nian Shutong had a vague feeling, yet was uncertain.

Could it be that someone dared to like her?

Or rather, could she fully trust someone, or genuinely love someone?

Nian Shutong didn’t even believe in herself.

In this world, aside from Daodao, even the zodiac with whom she had contracts, she didn’t trust as much.

Nian Shutong said nothing more, only bowing her head and cleaning Fu Yunhe’s palm.

As she was unsure whether she could allow herself to like someone, she didn’t want to give Fu Yunhe any response.

"You’re such an idiot! If I were to fight, the ones getting hurt would definitely be the others."

Nian Shutong, having cleaned the wound, spoke disdainfully, her gaze equally scornful as she looked at Fu Yunhe.

"Fu Yunhe, remember this, if a person is gone, winning is worthless."

"I know you have the pride and sense of responsibility of a Commander, but remember this time, you are under my protection! Just stay alive for me!"

"Don’t fight only to hurt the enemy and then end up hurting yourself badly."

"When you fight! You need to win completely! Got it?"

Though Fu Yunhe didn’t hear the response he hoped for, the concern and worry in Nian Shutong’s words still pleased him.

"I got it, I’ll listen to our Boss."

Fu Yunhe did not continue with what sounded like a confession; he understood Nian Shutong to some extent.

Clinging and pestering would definitely not work.

It was better to have a sense of measure and to advance or retreat appropriately.

Nian Shutong was also pleased with Fu Yunhe’s response. If he had continued with any more "sweet nothings," she would have outright refused him.

She was never one to hesitate; she cared about Fu Yunhe, but her concerns were different, and she had never considered him from the perspective of a partner.

More importantly, her care wasn’t so profound to forsake everything, nor did she want to sever all ties immediately, so waiting for some time was indeed the wisest choice.

Nian Shutong transformed her Spiritual Power into medicine and applied it to Fu Yunhe’s palm, asking, "Do you have any bandages or something? Wrap it yourself."

"Yes."

Fu Yunhe took out a bandage from his Space Button and asked curiously for the first time, "Where did this medicine come from?"

Nian Shutong didn’t hide the truth and lifted her hand, quickly forming a crystal-clear droplet of water on her fingertip, not scattering in the slightest.

"This is the purest medicinal essence, and it is related to the Cultivation Technique I practice."

"I’m not afraid of poison, or to put it another way, I’m not afraid of radiation; every place with radiation in the interstellar is a great tonic for me."

"You can see it as a duality of healing and poison."

Fu Yunhe had already taken out a bandage, and Nian Shutong smoothly took it from him, beginning to wrap his wound.

Fu Yunhe looked down at Nian Shutong with tender eyes and a smile brimming with the joy of spring.

She seemed a bit different, but where exactly, he couldn’t quite grasp.

But he knew that Nian Shutong had not fallen in love with him.

If she truly had, she would not have kept anything hidden, but would have boldly proclaimed: Xiao He! You are my lover now!

"Ha ha..."

"What are you laughing at?"

Unable to hold back, Fu Yunhe laughed out loud, and quickly composed his face, saying, "I feel very lucky. If it weren’t for meeting you, I would probably have been buried by now."

Having secured the bandage, Nian Shutong looked up with a gaze that seemed to regard him as an idiot.

"Is this matter funny to you?"

"Ah? Not really, just feeling pretty happy to be alive."

The nonsensical answer made Nian Shutong doubt whether she’d accidentally cured Fu Yunhe’s brain too much.

Feeling Nian Shutong’s gaze upon him, Fu Yunhe sensed something was off.

"What... what’s wrong with me?"

Fu Yunhe patted himself, wondering why he felt like he was diagnosed with a terminal illness?

But had the terminally illness in his body not just been cured?

"Fu Yunhe, has your Cultivation been smooth lately?"

"Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"

Looking at the somewhat solemn Nian Shutong, Fu Yunhe spoke nervously, "No... I guess."

"No, I guess? What does that mean?"

"I don’t think so, but I feel like you think there is something wrong with me."

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