Three days later, Shen Ye's condition had stabilized somewhat. The black lines hadn't spread further, but they hadn't faded either. They were like some brand burned into Shen Ye's skin—a constant reminder that being with Lu Xingchen came at a price. Lu Xingchen had spent these days searching for solutions. He went through the notes he'd secretly copied from the Shen family library, and used ancient methods from the Light Spirit Hall to prepare several herbs meant to suppress erosion, barely pu...