SIMPLE MEAL

Standing between their rooms, Li Hua felt the familiar pull of her wood essence, the healing energy within her crying out to mend her brothers' wounds. She could do it—channel her essence directly into their meridians, knit together their damaged spiritual pathways, restore their depleted cores. But in her current state, such healing would drain her completely. She might manage to fully heal one brother before collapsing, leaving the other still wounded and both of them to worry over her unconscious form.