113: Chapter 113 Murong Xue's Confession

After removing all of her silver armor, Murong Xue sat on the Savage Beast hide couch, wearing only her white inner garment soaked in sweat and blood.

Her body was like a perfect sculpture revealed after silver armor shattered.

A tall and fit physique, full and pert breasts, a slender and strong waist, firm and rounded buttocks, and long, powerful legs.

The white inner garment was soaked with sweat and blood, clinging to every inch of her skin,

as if the most faithful brush had outlined every curve and rise of her body on a white canvas,

every single contour looking as though it had been carved by the most exquisite creator of the Wild Continent.

Sweat slid down her neck and dripped into the hollow of her collarbone, like dewdrops falling on silver petals,

and then wound downward along the curve of her collarbone like the finest silver thread.

Her brown eyes cast down, and a hint of vulnerability—one she had never shown to anyone before—appeared on her resolute face,

as if her silver armor had finally shattered, revealing not scrap metal, but a light buried far deeper than the armor itself.

"Don't look," her voice sounded like an unsheathed silver spear, but the tip was trembling slightly.

Wang Sheng did not look away.

His hands covered her left shoulder as the golden glow of the Light Healing Technique washed over it, like a golden palm gently cupping the wound on her left shoulder.

Although most of the Shadow Residue had been purified, the lingering poison of shadow erosion still remained deep within the wound,

like deep ice shards stubbornly refusing to melt beneath spring soil, requiring continuous purification from the Light Healing Technique to be completely cleared.

"It will hurt. Bear with it."

When the golden holy light touched the lingering poison of the Shadow Residue, it felt like a scorching fire.

Murong Xue's body suddenly tensed, her fit muscles beneath the white inner garment like a fully drawn bowstring,

her abs tightening like silver instrument strings to their absolute limit under the intense pain. She bit her lip and made no sound.

But from the corners of her eyes, tears slid down like pearls from a broken string.

One drop. Two drops. Three drops.

She had shed tears in Hua Jieyu's medical area, but that was just her body's instinctive reaction during the purification of the Shadow Residue, like the first crack of ice on a frozen river thawing in spring.

But now, with her silver armor removed, and with her white inner garment acting like the most honest brush to reveal her body's fatigue and pain unreservedly before him,

her tears seemed to show that what was revealed after her silver armor finally shattered was not weakness,

but something deeper than armor, something she had always hidden beneath it, which she had never let anyone see.

"I'm sorry," her voice was raspy, tears falling from her resolute face like rain striking a silver shield.

"It's not... because of the pain."

She took a deep breath, her full and pert breasts beneath the white inner garment rising and falling sharply like silver mountains.

"During the Beast Tide, you rushed to the east all by yourself to block Chief Shi Ba."

Her voice trembled, like a silver spear under the heavy pressure of the Beast Tide, or a silver string about to snap.

"I was at the North Gate, and using my Spirit Sound Affinity, I heard you being forced back by Chief Shi Ba's fists. My heart..."

She looked up, her brown eyes filled with tears, like two amber gems submerged in water, clear and burning hot.

"I thought you were going to get hurt."

Her voice no longer held the resoluteness of a Holy Light Knight, but rather the truest feelings of a girl toward the person she cared about.

It was as if her silver armor had shattered to reveal not scrap metal, but flesh and blood deeper within—soft, warm, and carrying the most genuine pain.

"I thought you would get hurt, and I couldn't do anything. I could only guard the North Gate. I..."

She bit her lip, her tears flowing like a river breaking through a dam.

"I was scared. I was scared you'd get hurt, I was scared you'd fall, I was scared... that I would never see you again."

At this moment, the blood-stained silver armor of the Holy Light Knight seemed to finally shatter, revealing the girl inside who had always been protecting everyone else.

It wasn't that she never got hurt; she had simply hidden all her wounds beneath her silver armor,

as if what lay beneath the silver armor was not the hardest iron, but the softest flesh and blood.

She was at the very front during charges, and at the very back during retreats. Her spear protected everyone's back, but no one had ever protected hers.

Every crack on her silver armor was a wound she had taken for someone else, yet no one had ever asked her if it hurt.

Wang Sheng looked at her.

He watched the tears slide down her resolute face like silver rain, and watched her fit body beneath the white inner garment amidst her tears,

looking like a silver sculpture that had finally cracked open, with moonlight pouring out from the crevice.

He reached out, not to use the Light Healing Technique, but to pull her into his embrace.

"I'm fine," his voice sounded in her ear, his warm breath brushing past her loose, short brown hair.

"I promised you that I would protect you. I also promised Shen Xun'er that I would definitely return."

"I did it."

Murong Xue's body trembled in his arms, as if her silver armor had finally found a place where it could be taken off.

Her tears soaked his Savage Beast hide vest, the warm tears falling on his chest like silver rain, like the gentlest drumbeats.

She did not speak, only leaning against his chest. It was just like that day on the battlefield when her silver armor was stained with blood and her spear was propped on the ground, but this time she was not leaning on her spear; she was leaning in his arms.

Under the continuous purification of the Light Healing Technique, the remaining poison of the Shadow Residue seemed to melt away like the last shard of ice under spring soil,

and her body gradually relaxed within the golden holy light, as if a silver bowstring had finally found a time to release its tension.

But her tears were still flowing, not because of the pain anymore,

but because relief surged over her like a spring breeze, as if she finally didn't have to carry the burden alone anymore after her silver armor shattered.

"Wang Sheng," her voice was raspy but clear, like a silver spear piercing through the final mist.

"Since the day we transmigrated, I have always been protecting others, charging at the front, leaving my back to my teammates."

She looked up, the tears in her brown eyes not yet dry, but that tearful glint was like moonlight on silver armor, cool and transparent.

"But after you appeared, for the first time, I wanted to be protected. Not because I am weak, but because..."

"Because it is you."

Murong Xue was never one to beat around the bush. On the battlefield, she was the Cavalry Commander who charged at the front. Facing Wang Sheng now, she did not hesitate.

"Wang Sheng, I like you."

She gripped his hand tightly. The light calluses and warmth of her palm felt just like their first handshake on the training ground, like a platinum flower blooming between their palms during Holy Light Resonance.

"Starting from the day you shattered that boulder with a single punch. No, even earlier. From when you stood in front of Chief Shi Ba. From even earlier..."

She took a deep breath, her full and pert breasts beneath the white inner garment rising and falling sharply like silver mountains.

"From the day we transmigrated, when you were the first to rush forward to fight the Iron-Backed Wolf, I..."

The tips of her ears turned completely red, like two silver flames burning in the dim light of the Spirit Stone Lamp.

"I was thinking, this person is worth protecting."

"But now, I don't just want to protect you."

Her brown eyes looked straight at him, like the tip of a Holy Light Spear—sharp, clear, and unstoppable.

"I also want to be protected by you. Not just on the battlefield, but..."

Her voice was as low as moonlight falling into the Lingxi River.

"All the time."

Wang Sheng looked at her.

Her silver armor was off, her white inner garment soaked with sweat and blood, her fit and perfect body like the most precious treasure hidden beneath silver armor,

now laid bare before him without any reservation.

Her tears were still flowing, but her gaze was like the tip of a silver spear—sharp, clear, and unstoppable,

showing that she was never one to back down, remaining the bravest warrior even in her most vulnerable moments.

He reached out and wiped the tears from her face.

"Murong Xue, from today on, you don't have to carry the burden alone anymore."

He gripped her hand tightly, the golden holy light and silver holy light blending between their palms,

like two rivers at their confluence, or like silver and golden brushes painting the most brilliant light on a canvas.

The platinum light bloomed between their palms like a flower of holy light,

softer than when they joined forces for the Holy Light Resonance on the battlefield, like the sun in the moonlight, resembling the gentlest flower.

"We'll carry it together."

Murong Xue's tears welled up once more, but this time, she smiled.

It was as if her silver armor had finally found a place where it could be laid down, and her silver spear had finally found a place where it could lean.

"Okay."