He wasn't happy. That much was obvious. His tired face was scrunched into a deeper frown at the sight of you. Cuts and bruises, a stab wound on your stomach, a large cut on your back—

"Dear Archons, what in the world happened?" he asked. His soft hands brushed against your skin as he cupped your face, gentle as a feather. His touch made you feel like glass. "Who did this to you?"

Changsheng slithered down his arm and butted her head with yours. Even she looked worried, and she was a snake.

You felt your heart lurch. There was nothing in the world you hated more than worrying Baizhu. Your words were stuck in your throat. There was too much pain this time for you to say anything.

Instead of scolding you, Baizhu merely smiled. He seemed to understand you, better than any person could. "Come. Let me heal you."