Ji Jue raised his hand, pointing out the doubts one by one: "I won't even ask why you turned on and then off the shower just now. Even if you spilled wine, the smell of blood can't be covered up in such a hurry. If I were you, at the very least, I'd use some perfume to cover it up, though you probably don't have such a thi—ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, he got punched.

No surprise!

Let's just say, the mouth of the Ruins is as hard as its fist. If you don't plan to acknowledge one, you'll have to taste the other!

Then, the scars on the palm could no longer be concealed.

Wen Wen's wrist was grabbed.

Her fingers were forcibly pried open.

The wound that had been sliced by the Thunder Sword still had not healed even now. The pale wound was slowly oozing blood, soaking through the bandage,

Deep enough to see the bone.

All this time, there was not the slightest sign of recovery. Unlike the Chosen One, just in terms of healing ability, even ordinary people were better.

The moment he noticed the wound, Ji Jue had an epiphany.

No, rather, it was like a realization of a guess and a sense of regret—just as Wen Wen instinctively resisted this Illusion Dream. While the disruptions in the dream barely affected her, all conveniences were equally beyond her reach.

Not losing any part of herself, but also not gaining any replenishment.

Including this miraculous ability to completely re-stitch even if cut into pieces.

For her, all injuries were burdens that couldn't be healed.

However, she had always been too strong, so strong that she ignored this weakness, never encountering such a situation.

So much so that even Ji Jue had no anticipation.

At this moment, after a brief shock, Ji Jue's eye twitched, and he sighed silently:

"At least stitch it up somehow?"

Wen Wen hesitated, wanting to speak but then stopping.

Now that things had come to this, hiding in the bedroom earlier for a long time trying to psyche herself up with a needle, only to find she had no clue how to sew, and the needle couldn't even penetrate—this was something she couldn't bring herself to say at all!

"By the way, could it be you hid in the bedroom yourself with a needle for a long time, but then—ugh!"

Ji Jue's vision went black, stunned, frustrated: "Why hit me for even this?!"

"…Sorry, it was instinctive." Wen Wen awkwardly diverted her gaze and tried to pull her hand away, but found it was held tight, and then, intense pain.

"Hiss—"

"Sorry, there's no anesthetic that works on you, please bear with it."

Ji Jue had already started stitching up, without a word of warning. The moment his hands grasped Wen Wen's palm, physical suturing began directly!

To be precise, it was spiritual welding!

Directly extracting blood from the wound as material, using alchemy, restructuring and reconstructing the ruptured palm!

First mending the fractures on the bone, then forcibly connecting the two sides of the wound, patching and rejoining the broken fibers and flesh, replenishing the missing parts.

Starting from the palmaris longus tendon, to the opponens pollicis muscle, the first, second, and third lumbrical muscles... Meticulously ensuring that muscle operation wouldn't be impeded.

Silvery light flickered and traversed between the wounds, like stitches, re-integrating everything torn apart, leaving no trace or mark behind during the repair.

Once the repair was done, using Fluid Alchemy, strengthening the outer form with internal spirit, completely eradicating any final hidden damage.

Oh, it seems I forgot to sever the nerve transmission... But no matter, as hardy as the Ruins, surely she wouldn't mind such minor pain.

No, actually, she really does mind!

Her expression wrinkled up completely, continuously twitching, gritting her teeth to endure.

But at this point, the matter of pain relief was something she couldn't bring herself to say at all.

Soon, Ji Jue's hands slowly released, and Wen Wen was still gritting her teeth, her expression twitching, not realizing it was over. When she noticed, she found it didn't hurt anymore.

The wound had vanished, leaving only a faint red mark. Soon, after a few movements, the subcutaneous bruising dispersed, leaving no trace at all.

"Wow, who knew you had such a trick up your sleeve!"

She laughed, examining her palm, then patted Ji Jue on the shoulder: "Thanks, I'll buy you a drink later, yeah, once we're out."

"Sorry, my mistake."

Ji Jue lowered his head, unable to face her appreciation.

If his guess was right, Wen Wen probably not only failed to benefit from healing and recovery within the Illusion Dream, but if she died, there would be no chance of resurrection.

From beginning to end, she never fully integrated into this Illusion Dream, instead constantly enduring the Erosion of False Awakening.

Silently enduring it.

"Don't stammer, my bad temper and clashing with that guy isn't your fault."

Wen Wen grinned, unconcerned, shaking her fist at Ji Jue, "Don't worry, I have a tough life; it's just a minor wound."

"Really just a minor wound?" Ji Jue doubted.

"Why? Do I look like I'm on my last legs?"

Wen Wen was amused, leaned in, teasingly asking, "Or do you suspect there are other wounds?"

Those eyes, so close, glistening with familiar illusory sparkle.

Reflecting Ji Jue's face.

Faint Breath.

It's a shame, since she now looked somewhat childish, there was a contrast like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

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