"Don't fuss. Let me check the wound."
Sang Yan held him down, pulled open his clothes, and saw that he indeed was bleeding.
She called for someone to get medicine and rewrap the wound.
He Ying gasped in pain as he endured another bout of suffering.
Once he was wrapped up, he lay down and patted the spot beside him, "I'm so tired. Lie with me for a while, let's rest."
Soldiers were standing guard outside, ensuring no one would disturb them.
Sang Yan nodded, found a comfortable position, and nestled beside him.
"I can accompany you to see Jiang Ke."
He embraced her, kissing her temple gently as he spoke, "But promise me, you won't think about these things anymore."
"Okay."
Warmth filled Sang Yan's heart. She closed her eyes and hugged his waist.
The night sea sparked with waves.
The ship swayed slightly.
The cold moonlight filtered through the window, casting a serene and beautiful light over the figures nestled in sleep on the soft couch.
The sea breeze was cool.
