She knew something was wrong and hurriedly pushed him away, sitting up.
By the moonlight streaming in through the window, she saw that even the face of the man beside her was covered in a layer of frost.
Su Qiao quickly got out of bed and lit the oil lamp. Then she returned to the bedside and slapped his face hard several times, but to no avail.
After thinking for a moment, she decisively pinched his nose, leaving him unable to breathe. Only then did she manage to wake him.
"What on earth is wrong with you? Did you practice some kind of Evil Cultivation Technique?"
Ye Shaoxuan's lips had turned bluish-purple, whether from the cold or some other reason. In the darkness, they looked rather frightening.
Knowing he could no longer hide it, he slowly sat up. After a moment of silence, he said, "If I really did practice some kind of Evil Cultivation Technique, would you be afraid?"
"Do you think I'd be afraid?"
Su Qiao more or less knew why he disappeared every night.
The main reason was probably his physical condition.
No wonder Xiao Wu always reminded him at around the same time every night that it was time to leave.
Afraid that she would get angry, Ye Shaoxuan looked up at her pitifully. "I'm cold."
Su Qiao sighed, picked up the quilt from the bed, draped it all over him, and wrapped him up. "Tell me. What exactly is going on?"
"I was born prematurely. My mother became depressed before she had been pregnant for even eight months and gave birth to me. I was frail and sickly from a young age, and completely unsuited for martial arts. My grandfather was afraid I would die young, so he had no choice but to give me