06 Han Xuanhao’s Abnormality

“You?” Han Xuanhao looked at the boy who had returned with an unknown sense of delight in his heart. “Why are you back?” Han Xuanhao made his expression appear indifferent; he seemed to have reverted to his enchanting self, but some things were already different.

Shang Wuxin did not answer but placed the herbal medicine in his hand in front of Han Xuanhao.

Han Xuanhao looked at the medicinal herbs used for treating wounds with some surprise. Seeing that this young boy appeared quite thin yet very noble, and still knew about these herbs, Han Xuanhao became curious about the boy’s identity. Often, curiosity is the beginning of an emotion.

Han Xuanhao did not expect this cold and strange boy to apply medicine for him. He used to hate anyone touching him, but now, the thought that this boy might apply medicine for him stirred an indescribable feeling in Han Xuanhao’s heart.

He crushed the herbs and applied them to his wounds. The injury on his back was not severe, so he didn’t bother applying medicine there himself. After leaving this place, he would just take some medicine. He certainly did not expect the boy to kindly help him apply the medicine.

After applying the medicine, Han Xuanhao looked at the boy sitting by the fire. Even though the firelight shone on the boy’s face, it could not dispel the cold aura surrounding him. What surprised Han Xuanhao was that the boy’s wound was still bleeding. Why did he pick the herbs but not apply the medicine? The boy looked so smart—how could he do such a foolish thing? Han Xuanhao glanced at the remaining herbs and forgot his usual habit of minding his own business.

“And here are some herbs, apply the medicine!” Han Xuanhao said to the boy sitting there motionless. He himself was unaware of the worry hidden deep in his expression, and the sinister smile constantly lingering at the corner of his mouth was also quite forced.

Shang Wuxin slowly glanced at Han Xuanhao but neither got up nor took the herbs. She didn’t care about these wounds at all. More importantly, she needed the pain to make herself feel alive. This kind of pain made her sweat profusely and gave her a kind of morbid joy because she was still alive—truly the biggest joke.

The wounds on Shang Wuxin’s body were actually not serious; they were injuries sustained from falling while running in fear during her previous life. However, they looked terrifying because fresh blood kept seeping through the yellow brocade robe, dripping steadily.

Han Xuanhao looked at the boy who seemed deaf, blind, and numb to pain with a sense of helplessness. He picked up some herbs and prepared to crawl over to the boy. Why crawl? Because his internal injuries hadn’t yet healed, and standing up was very difficult. It would still take several hours to recover.

But before Han Xuanhao could get close, the boy suddenly stood up and moved away from the fire, sitting far from Han Xuanhao. He didn’t even give him a glance—a look of contempt and disregard, as if nothing and no one in this world was worth his attention.

“Your injury…” Han Xuanhao admitted defeat. Since it was so rare to find someone who could pique his interest and make him want to connect, and this boy was still a child, he, being much older, should care a little for this little brother.

But before Han Xuanhao could finish speaking, the boy sitting there spoke coldly, “What’s your name? Who are you?”

Shang Wuxin didn’t ask out of boredom, but because since they were cooperating, it was only natural to know who this man was. That way, in the future, they could find him to continue their collaboration. As for other matters, they were beyond her consideration.

“Han Xuanhao!” Han Xuanhao murmured, his voice carrying a certain charm just like himself. “The assassin of Hanxing Pavilion!” What he said was all true, but he didn’t mention that Hanxing Pavilion was also his, that he was the revered lord of Hanxing Pavilion. It wasn’t out of distrust, but because he saw that the young man simply had no interest in knowing.

Shang Wuxin’s mind held few memories, and they were very chaotic. For a moment, he vaguely knew that Hanxing Pavilion was formidable, but this was not the time to think about such matters. Just judging by this man’s martial arts alone, it was clear that Hanxing Pavilion was not to be underestimated.

“You are already alive!” Shang Wuxin said. She had waited here for so long to make sure this man could survive. If she saved him but left early, causing him to be killed by beasts, that would be a loss, and she never liked doing business at a loss.

Han Xuanhao looked at the young man who was already getting up to leave and understood. Because he was alive, their agreement had already begun, and there was no need for him to stay here any longer.

“Who are you? How can I find you?” Han Xuanhao blurted out before thinking, even wanting to punch himself. Why was he acting so strangely today? Wasn’t he the one eager to cooperate?

Shang Wuxin’s steps did not stop. Her slow pace seemed as if she was walking on clouds, her whole being like a graceful, startled phoenix, a celestial exile on earth, as if she would transform and ascend to immortality in an instant, fluttering away! Her voice was like pearls dropping on a jade plate, crisp yet carrying the unique warmth of jade: “You don’t need to know who I am. If necessary, I will find you to fulfill three conditions!”