Ji Yuebai took out a porcelain bottle containing a healing salve, her fingers spreading a milky, semi-transparent ointment. She gently held Xu Nian’s wrist, exposing a segment of her snowy white arm. However, the bruises and bloodstains on the middle of the arm were strikingly conspicuous. She paused for a moment, then carefully applied the ointment to the wound. Xu…