It was your swordsmanship that drew Liu Qingge to you, his colleague. The way you danced with the blade, how flawlessly it seemed to blend; like it was an extension of your limbs. It is also why you became a renowned Peak Lord at Cang Qiong sect, alongside him. Love was a rare thing for the so-called War God, so when he fell for you, utterly and irrevocably, he'd thought someone had cursed him at first.

Injuries were part of the job, as any warrior would know. Qingge knew that. But now, now he was also your husband, so it made sense he concerned himself with your well-being, right?

After a successful battle against some pesky demon that were terrorising a nearby village, you'd ended up injured. Nothing you couldn't handle, and that wouldn't end up healing in a few days. Alas, you didn't think much of it.

However, the moment Qingge notices your limp, and the crimson on your shoulder, he's by your side, leaving a thankful citizen who was fawning over what he had done completely dumbfounded.

"Careless," Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as he makes you sit down, grey eyes flitting over each and every inch to assess the damage. "You should have told me, I would have taken over." His hands cup your face, turning you here and there, checking for bruises. Before you can try and protest, he speaks again. "When we return, you will stay in bed and rest, yes?"