When Yun Lin returned to the room, the ugly hour had already passed. In another hour, it would be time for the morning class.

The candles on the candlestick had gone out at some point, and from the bed opposite, faint and deep breathing could be heard.

Approaching to take a closer look, Yunyang was sleeping soundly, seemingly undisturbed by tonight's events.

Yun Lin suddenly reached out and lifted the blanket on him. The little figure on the bed was not awakened and continued to sleep soundly. He was wearing a thin white undershirt, and when the blanket was suddenly lifted, he might have felt a bit cold, so he quickly curled up and hugged his shoulders tightly.

After sizing up the junior martial brother for a moment, Yun Lin didn't cover him with a quilt. Instead, he turned around and walked to the table to light the candles on the candlestick. He then returned to his own bedside and took out a white porcelain medicine bottle from the cabinet at the foot of the bed. Finally, he returned to Yun Yang's bedside.

He sat down beside the bed and carefully helped Yunyang straighten out his legs, placing them on his own lap. He slowly rolled up the pants leg of his junior brother. The small, tender leg was plump and soft like a lotus stem. As he rolled up the pants leg to the knee, his hand suddenly paused.

Yun Yang's knees were already swollen and turning purple. Despite being injured to this extent, it's surprising that he can still fall asleep.

Having kneeled for nearly a whole day, Yun Lin was beginning to feel somewhat exhausted, yet this child could actually withstand it.

He opens the lid of the white porcelain box, placing it by the bed. Inside, a milky-white ointment emits a medicinal fragrance mixed with a faint floral scent. He grips Yun Ling's small leg with his left hand, and with his right hand, he takes some of the ointment from the box, gently applying it bit by bit to the swollen area on Yun Ling's knee.

The cool and soothing ointment was originally very comfortable when applied to the wound. It could instantly relieve the pain. However, in order to allow the wound to better absorb the ointment, Yun Ling applied a bit of force with his fingertips, causing Yun Yang's brows to furrow in pain. He then opened his eyes.

"Senior Brother, you hurt me." Yun Yang blinked his teary eyes, so much in pain that tears were on the verge of falling.

When he turned back into his former self, he could suppress the pain with his powers. However, right now, he was completely powerless to defend himself.

"Endure, endure." Seeing his miserable appearance, Yun Lin had no intention of stopping. He continued applying the ointment evenly on the two swollen knees until he placed Yun Yang's legs back on the bed and covered the lid of the medicine box. Then, he stood up.

He placed the ointment next to Yunyang's pillow. "This medicine can promote blood circulation and alleviate swelling. I have left it for you, so you can apply it yourself in the future."

Then, he turned around and waved his sleeve, extinguishing the candles on the table. He took off his outer robe and lay back on the bed.

In the darkness, Yun Yang sat up from the bed. He slowly rolled down the sleeves of his raised pants and let out a sigh of relief. In fact, he hadn't been sleeping at all just now.

Before, he transformed back into Su Huan, kissed his senior brother, and then ran away. After his senior brother chased after him with a sword, he didn't run far. Instead, he hid in the darkness of the night, waited for his senior brother to go far away, and then ran back. After transforming into a child, he changed his clothes and laid back in bed.

He had already learned that the Xuan Yin Sect had strengthened its guard. The most dangerous place was actually the safest. If he were to wander around outside, he was afraid he would have been captured by disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect long ago.

Does this mean that from now on, whenever it reaches midnight, he has to stage this kind of drama every night?

Yun Yang touched his lips, feeling as if there was still a lingering, slightly icy and soft sensation left from when he kissed his senior martial brother.

The lips of the senior apprentice brother were not as delicious as imagined, lacking the sweet and mellow taste of honey. However, he began to savor the memory.

What surprised him even more was that his senior martial brother, in the middle of the night, actually still cared about his injury and personally applied medicine for him. It turns out his senior martial brother wasn't as cold-hearted as he initially thought.

Yun Yang lay back on the bed and picked up the medicine box that Senior Brother had left by the pillow. He turned his body to face the wall and clutched the medicine box tightly in both hands, unwilling to let go.