"Stretch out your hand."
Lynn issued the command in a flat tone.
The two had grown accustomed to this over the past few days, and Hillena did not hesitate as she skillfully extended her slender hand, as if it were a routine procedure.
The warmth of their touching palms was felt as she silently averted her gaze to the distance—this was Lynn’s routine of helping her purify the bizarre red mist within her, absorbing it all into himself.
If Lynn didn’t do this, she feared she would have died long ago.
During the purification, Lynn suddenly asked, "Has your body recovered somewhat?"
From a perspective he couldn’t see, a strange look flashed in Hillena’s eyes, but she shook her head lightly and denied, "No..."
Hearing this, Lynn only sighed softly and said no more. After completing the purification, he released her hand, walked to a green stone by the pond, and lay down.
These days, carrying Hillena through the Otherworld in a desperate escape had worn Lynn out. He didn’t even know how many pairs of shoes he’d worn out. If it continued , he would end up barefoot like Hillena.
"Damn it, Hillena is Xiya’s fiancée. Why am I the one carrying her?"
The more Lynn thought about it, the more displeased he became. But then he had a different thought: if he could use Hillena to increase the deviation of the plot, then it would, in turn, change Xiya’s destiny.
Having already completed the strategy with Tiya, adding Hillena to the mix, Lynn reckoned would completely crumble Xiya’s mentality.
Perhaps influenced by the strange red mist, since arriving in the Abyss World, Lynn’s thoughts and actions had become somewhat crazy, yet he hadn’t realized it yet.
This thought arose, and he looked up at Hillena.
She happened to be looking at him too. When their eyes met, her cold eyes quietly watched him, missing the usual alienation, seeming instead to carry an invisible force calming his emotions.
This made Lynn’s heart tremble slightly, as a peculiar feeling spread within him.
He decided to make an attempt. He unleashed Lie Swallowing on Hillena—you like me.
He had expected to see surprise and tenderness in Hillena’s eyes, but her gaze remained calm and cold, with the indifference that kept others at bay gone, as if providing a silent comfort.
Lie Swallowing had failed for the first time.
This left Lynn extremely astonished.
He thought either Hillena’s spiritual power was strong enough to ignore Lie Swallowing, which seemed unlikely.
Or... she had fallen for him, rendering Lie Swallowing ineffective.
This possibility felt absurd to Lynn, and he immediately dismissed it. Not to mention Hillena’s nature, steadfast and unchanging once committed to someone, even in her current state of amnesia, falling for someone wouldn’t be an easy feat.
Otherwise, how could she be the top heroine?
He subconsciously scratched his head, a hint of confusion and incomprehension flashing in his eyes, but after a moment’s silence, he couldn’t help but ask, "Well, do you... like me, even a little bit?"
Saying this, he glanced at the girl still cold beside him.
For the somewhat presumptuous and abrupt question posed by Lynn, Hillena did not respond directly. Instead, she looked down at her bare feet, which had been uncovered these past few days: "May I ask... can I wear shoes now?"
Having spoken, Hillena’s slender feet curled slightly, as if silently conveying something.
However, it must be said, this action was incredibly tempting, and any ordinary man might find it difficult to resist.
In these more than ten days, Lynn had mostly been carrying her day and night on their journey. Even when resting, he would place her on smooth rocks, so although they’d been on the road for days, Hillena’s feet remained pristine and untainted by dust.
Seeing this, Lynn sighed slightly. It seemed indeed that his earlier question had been a bit too abrupt for even Hillena to respond directly.
The two had known each other for less than a month, barely even friends before this, let alone Hillena having a fiancé.
Even with amnesia, Hillena’s inherent pride remained—back then, even Xiya had struggled tremendously to enter her heart, with the help of the Ancestor God no less than ten thousand years later.
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Noticing Lynn’s significant glances, Hillena asked.
"Nothing, I was just leisurely observing and realized how beautiful you truly are." Lynn lazily stretched his limbs, lying on the green slate comfortably, enjoying this rare moment of leisure. "Even in such a dire situation, the pearl of the Saint Laurent Empire shines brilliantly."
Hillena murmured softly.
She did not agree with Lynn’s words. What does it mean to observe carefully and realize she’s beautiful? Shouldn’t it be that even a casual glance would perceive her as a peerless beauty?
As for the latter half of Lynn’s words, which sounded like praise, they inexplicably discomfited her.
Afterward, she ignored Lynn’s potential objection, directly taking out a new pair of leather boots and elegantly putting them on.
In these days fleeing with Lynn, Hillena had been eroded by strange black energy, causing her power to be lost, forced to accept excessive contact—from bare ankles to chest curves wrapped in light fabric around the waist and hips.
Day by day, Hillena shifted from initial shame and anger to numbness, even developing an unspeakable adaptation.