"What's wrong? Don't you recognize my face?" Li Jing chuckled somewhat neurotically. "This is all your doing."
Xi Yan a cold laugh, "You only have yourself to blame."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Bai Le quickly guessed the identity of the newcomer. He was probably Xi Yan's half-brother, and the surname Li matched.
Li Jing's smile turned maniacal, "You want revenge on me, but people always believe in give and take. If I don't give you something in return, I'd be letting myself down to this point."
He is now not only homeless, but also constantly being chased by debt collectors, forced to hide, his face has been disfigured, and one of his fingers has been cut off—all thanks to him.
Li Jing looked at Bai Le, who was Xi Yan, and laughed loudly, "If you had died just now, you couldn't blame me. It's because Xi Yan cares about you. Killing him wouldn't have made me feel better, so I had to kill you."
Xi Yan's face darkened completely, his eyes turning icy. "Who ordered you to do this?"
Li Jing's expression flashed. "What do you mean?"
Xi Yan said, "With your abilities, it's impossible for you to know my whereabouts."
Li Jing's expression twisted slightly. "What do you mean?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust the dagger in his hand forward. Xi Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and he dodged away.
"Careful."
Bai Le stood by anxiously, at a loss for what to do. If it weren't for the baby in his belly, he would have rolled up his sleeves and gone to help long ago.
He looked anxiously at the two people in the snow. Xi Yan appeared very calm. Even though the knife had grazed his neck several times, and the other person's attacks were haphazard, he still had a weapon. Xi Yan could only retreat again and again.
Bai Le was about to take out his phone to make a call when he saw Xi Yan's shoulder being stabbed by a dagger, and the string in his mind snapped.
Xi Yan looked down at his injuries; blood dripped down his arm onto the snow, forming a glaring red.
He frowned slightly, and when he looked up at Li Jing again, his expression froze.
Li Jing looked at Xi Yan's injury and a maniacal, satisfied smile appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a dull pain as if struck by a heavy object on his head, and then he lost consciousness.
Bai Le watched the person slowly fall to the ground, threw away the stone in his hand, and looked somewhat dazed.
"He's not dead, is he?"
Xi Yan checked the person on the ground for breath and shook his head.
Bai Le finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Xi Yan and noticed that his expression was a little strange.
Because of excessive blood loss, his already pale face became even more frightening, almost blending into the snow.
"I... I'll call someone over." Bai Le didn't even realize his voice was trembling.
After hanging up the phone, Bai Le looked at Xi Yan's injuries and felt a sharp pain in his heart. "Don't move... I'll stop the bleeding."
Because the outside temperature was very low, Xi Yan had already lost too much blood, her body temperature began to drop. Bai Le was anxious and quickly looked around. He caught sight of the mountain god temple not far away and wanted to take Xi Yan there to avoid it.
Fearing that the people who came looking for them wouldn't be able to find them, they left a message on the ground with a twig.
The temple had been deserted for a long time, and was covered in dust and cobwebs. Bai Le carefully placed the Xi Yan on the soft cushion.
Xi Yan's face was still pale, his brows furrowed. Bai Le stayed by his side, anxiously asking, "Are you feeling any better?"
Xi Yan remained silent.
Bai Le panicked and quickly tried to shake him. "You're not allowed to close your eyes."
Xi Yan slowly opened her eyes. "It hurts."
He spoke calmly, as if he weren't crying out in pain, but simply saying something trivial.
"What should we do?" Upon hearing this, Bai Le became even more anxious, her eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears.
Xi Yan seemed to think for a moment, then said, "It would be much better if I could hear you say a word."
Bai Le was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to say that. "Which sentence?"
Xi Yan didn't speak, but just silently watched him.
Bai Le belatedly realized what was happening, and looking at Xi Yan's pale face, her voice trembled with tears. "I like you, only you."
Xi Yan's dark eyes lit up instantly, as if someone had set them ablaze. He pulled Bai Le, who was crying so hard he could hardly breathe, into his arms and gently stroked his head with one hand.
"Okay, okay, I'm fine."
His injuries weren't serious to begin with, and there were no fatal wounds. As long as the bleeding stopped, it would be fine. However, he realized that he was a truly despicable person, and when he discovered that Bai Le was so heartbroken for him, he actually felt a secret joy.
Bai Le was sobbing uncontrollably. When he saw Xi Yan injured, he felt a huge sense of panic. This was the first time he had ever felt this way, as if he couldn't grasp anything of importance.
He was genuinely afraid at that moment—afraid that Xi Yan get hurt, afraid that he would leave him.
"Okay, stop crying." Xi Yan reached out to wipe away his tears, her tone gentler than ever before.
Bai Le stopped crying, wiped his eyes hard, and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a dull pain in his lower abdomen.
Seeing that his expression was off, Xi Yan quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Bai Le's face was pale, and she pointed tremblingly to her stomach. "It hurts here."
Xi Yan's expression changed immediately, and his tone unusually carried a hint of "How could this be?" Bai Le hadn't fallen or anything just now.
Could it be...?
Bai Le's little face was contorted with pain, and he was covered in sweat. "What should I do?" He felt like he might be going into labor.
Upon hearing this, Xi Yan disregarded his injuries and immediately tried to pick him up.
A wave of excruciating pain washed over Bai Le. He bit his lower lip so hard that it even bled.
When the next wave of excruciating pain hit, Bai Le finally lost consciousness.
In his last moments before losing consciousness, his last thought was, "Looks like this kid has no sense of the situation."