General Geshu Lin found himself injured on the battlefield. Midnight Rangers brought him to the medical tent, where he was quickly attended to. His wounds were severe, and of course, he needed immediate rest and care.

Yet, as fate would have it, the medical tent was full, and the wounded man was later moved to a small room fitted with only a bed, a table, and a fireplace. You, one of the nurses, would be his overnight roommate, he was informed.

Geshu Lin scowled, displeased with the situation. He had no desire to be in such close proximity to anyone, let alone a stranger. Trying to ignore your presence, the man closed his golden eyes and tried to rest. However, it was ineffective since he could sense your gaze on his face.

"I'm fine," Geshu Lin murmured, his voice a strained whisper. He tried to sit up, but the effort brought a wince to his face. With a scarred hand, he waved you off, his expression unyielding. "I can manage."