RIN

Chapter 117

In the dimly lit tent, Rin sat in a chair beside An Sun's unconscious figure resting on the bed. Her gaze never shifted away from him - as if she'd miss the slightest twitch.

Every so often, she'd replace the cloth on his forehead or check his forehead and palms to see if his fever passed. She continued to do this throughout the night without rest.

An Sun's bare chest was covered and bandaged up neatly by the Jilin physician. His complexion was so pale it was practically white but fared better than before. The man's black satin hair was draped on his pillow, keeping away from his sculpted, strong face.

Her eyes landed on his chest and like before when in the spring, she noticed an old scar branded on his chest. It was rather noticeable as it ran across the entire front of his chest.

It must have been a deep wound.

She looked at the scar for a moment, then gazed back at his peaceful, resting face. Leaning against the chair, a soft and tired sigh left her lips, her mind lulling into deep thought.

How could this have happened?

They were so careful, yet An Sun...

She would have never thought her parting with An Sun that day could have been the final time they saw one another. Fortunately, the man survived.

When Rin's mind recalled the incident with the scout, her body turned cold.

Could that incident possibly be the reason for this? Their movements were precise and well planned, but could her minor kill have caused all of this to happen?

The fists by her side clenched. If that was the case then...

At that moment, while Rin was immersed in her thoughts, An Sun's eyelids trembled slightly. Although it was brief, Rin, who had been watching him carefully the entire time, sat up from her chair a moved closer to the awaking man.

Slowly, An Sun's eyes began to open, consciousness filtering back into his clear, dark gray eyes. As his eyes opened, An Sun found his vision was still rather blurry as he blinked his eyes slowly.

When his vision cleared, An Sun stared up at the familiar tent ceiling for a few seconds, the next moment, his gaze fell upon the petite figure sitting beside him, their jade-like face staring at him with flashing emerald eyes.

The youth's eyes were serene, almost gentle as they observed him intently, leaving him in a dazed state. Their skin, smooth as silk and white as a freshly polished pearl lit up warmly under the tents candlelight.

Rin saw that An Sun was in a daze and spoke in a light, soft voice, "Glad to see you're awake, Lord An."

An Sun blinked his eyes and finally, he recognized the youth beside him as his strategist Bai Lan.

'He must have been seeing things for a moment.'

An Sun tried to lift himself but experienced an agonizing pain in his shoulder. The intense pain immediately caused his face to turn pale, as beads of sweat spilled out from his forehead.

"Ngh...damn it." An Sun's voice was hoarse and raspy.

"Take it easy my Lord," Rin gently forced him to lay back down on the bed. "You shouldn't get up yet. The physician said you shouldn't make any hasty movements for a day."

Rin soaked the cloth beside her and dabbed the newly formed sweat off his forehead.

An Sun compressed his lips into a thin line and shifted his head away. "I'm fine. It's just a minor wound."