Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Lu Yunfei stood with his back to the light. When he walked up to Yuwen Ying, his tall figure seemed to block all the light that was directed at her.

He completely enveloped her in his shadow.

"Yunfei..."

"I have completely wiped out those bandits who were chasing you. You don't need to worry about them disturbing you when you go out of the city in the future."

Lu Yunfei wiped the sweat from his face.

Yuwen Ying then noticed that he was covered in sweat.

Sweat and dust mixed together, making him look filthy, with even his hair covered in dust and his armor splattered with blood.

I was so focused on him that I forgot everything else as soon as I saw him.

Seeing the bloodstains on his body, his heart tightened, and he asked anxiously, "Are you injured? How badly? Is it serious?"

"It's nothing, it's all the blood of the rebels." Lu Yunfei was still used to that expression; even without expression, his demeanor remained calm, making it impossible to discern his joy or anger.

He is not someone who easily shows his emotions, and with the growth of these past few years, he is now just like his fourth brother, even less inclined to express his feelings.

But just now, Yuwen Ying seemed to see a fleeting hint of pleasure in his eyes.

Is he laughing?

She even doubted that she had seen it wrong.

"Are you really not injured?"

"Really do not have."

Yuwen Ying bit her lip, finally feeling relieved.

Suddenly, she didn't know what to say to him.

He rarely took the initiative to approach her and talk to her. She was always the one talking, and he would listen, occasionally responding with a few words, and sometimes he wouldn't even bother to talk to her.

Now, he stands before her, speaking to her face to face, and even taking the initiative—this sight is utterly unfamiliar to Yuwen Ying.

Even Lu Yunfei noticed that she was very different from usual.

"Why don't you speak?" he asked.

Isn't he usually very talkative?

"I... what do you want me to say?" Suddenly unable to speak, Yuwen Ying herself was anxious.

She's usually very talkative.

But lately, I've even become very careful with my words.

"How is your foot injury?" Lu Yunfei asked.

Yuwen Ying was taken aback; she was even more unaccustomed to his initiative in showing concern for her.

He could only truthfully reply, "It's...much better now. I can walk freely with the help of crutches."

"Alright, I'll take you out of town for a trip tomorrow. I'll be your walking stick." Lu Yunfei stretched out his hand. "Come on, let's go back and take a good shower first. I haven't had a bath for seven days and seven nights."

Yuwen Ying looked at his hand.

His body was indeed filthy, but his hands were relatively clean.

But... does he mean to help her walk?

What did he mean by saying, "I'll be your crutch"? Did he really want to help her walk?

"You don't want to?" Lu Yunfei looked down at his hands, somewhat puzzled. "You've already washed them, do you still think they're dirty?"

"How could this be?" Yuwen Ying was startled and hurriedly reached out to place her hand on his large palm, as if she was afraid that if she was even a moment too slow, he would be displeased.

A smile flickered across Lu Yunfei's eyes again.

But he didn't say anything, he just held her hand tightly and walked down the city wall with her.

Yuwen Ying was so nervous that her hands were trembling.

Lu Yunfei frowned and asked, "Why are your hands shaking like this? Are you cold?"

She shook her head and nodded again.

Lu Yunfei wanted to take off his robe and put it on her, but after taking a look, he realized that he was wearing armor, and the armor was covered in dust and bloodstains.

He thought for a moment and said helplessly, "I don't have a robe to keep you warm, so I can only send you home as soon as possible. You won't be cold when you get home. Please don't mind."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly bent down and picked Yuwen Ying up in his arms.