The Burning Feelings (1)

Luan sits in the Forest light-headed.

The sun was high in the sky already, so what was he still doing here?

His long finger touched the skin on his neck carefully. Except for his lost voice, everything else was the same. No, he was feeling much healthier than usual. He tears off the bandages around his stomach and examines the wound. Yesterday, the sharp pain made it difficult to move, but now the cut was healed, and his energy returned.

Luan was clear about the state of his injuries more than anyone else, so the speed of recovery amazed him. If the military chief healer was here, he would be astonished, then pray to God all day for showing him a miracle.

He got back on his feet and looked in the direction of the house. He ran quite far, but thanks to his enhanced senses, he was able to see the building clearly. He slowly walked towards the construction, only to find it empty. Both Arianell and his little tyrant were gone.