When Shuang Yun confronted He Guang, Sang Ye gradually calmed down from his extreme anger.
He returned to his human form and got dressed. His long black hair hung down his cheeks. His eyes were as cold and deep as ink on his pale face.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have imagined that such a cold and indifferent male beast would be a bloodthirsty demon.
Huanhuan struggled to stand, but her body was too weak to do so. In the end, Bai Di picked her up.
She pointed in Sang Ye's direction. "Go there."
Bai Di carried her over.
Huanhuan saw two bloody marks on Sang Ye's neck and quickly said, "You're injured. I'll get you some medicine."
Sang Ye held her hand. "I'm fine. They're just flesh wounds. I'll recover soon."
"What if the wounds get infected?" Huanhuan insisted on applying the medicine.
Sang Ye had no choice but to turn his head, revealing his most vulnerable neck.