"Qin Xin, listen to me. Your injuries stem from a severe depletion of your life essence. Unfortunately, life essence differs from other kinds of magical power. No spiritual medicine can replenish it..."
"Mm." Ouyang parted her lips slightly, her voice scarcely louder than a mosquito's buzz, but by then, Lin Xuan no longer cared.
"But don't worry. I have a way to save you: I'll transfer my own life essence to you," Lin Xuan said slowly. Perhaps because he had thrown caution to the wind-a dead pig no longer feared boiling water-he no longer stammered at all.
"Transfer your own life essence to me?" The bashfulness on Ouyang's face faded somewhat, replaced by astonishment. "Then what will happen to you, Brother Lin?"
"Me..." Lin Xuan was about to explain when he suddenly froze, staring straight at the young woman before him. Though Ouyang's voice was soft, his senses were extraordinarily keen. Naturally, he had clearly heard that mosquito-faint "Brother Lin."
"Qin Xin, you've agreed?"
"Mm." Ouyang lowered her lovely head, not daring to meet Lin Xuan's gaze, but her gentle voice still reached him.
"But there is one thing I must make clear to you, Brother Lin. I'm not afraid of dying. It's just..."
"Qin Xin, don't say it. I... well, I understand." Lin Xuan scratched his head. He really was not accustomed to speaking as her elder brother.
"No, I must say it." A resolute look appeared on Ouyang's face. After all, no woman wished to be looked down upon by the man she loved. "I'm not afraid of dying. I agreed because I fell in love with you long ago. If it were anyone else, I would rather have my soul scattered than let him save me!"
Ouyang's voice was filled with resolve.
Hearing this, Lin Xuan felt