I slowly lifted Qing Ye's upper body and took off her outer robe.
Beneath it was a pure white undershirt.
I lowered my head, my fingertips rubbing the fabric. It seemed my heart was beating faster, too.
Beneath the undershirt was her innermost garment.
By then, half of it had already been stained red with blood.
I caught a glimpse of it from the corner of my eye and immediately sucked in a sharp breath.
Qing Ye suddenly coughed. My heart jumped, and I quickly asked, "Is it too cold?"
"No." Qing Ye lifted her eyelids. "It's just that my internal injuries were aggravated."
Injuries in the Cultivation World were never that simple.
The rampaging Spiritual Energy inside her caused lasting damage.
The pills had stabilized her condition; otherwise, she would already have returned to the next life.
I gently peeled back a little of her undergarment, dabbed some ointment onto my fingertip, and applied it to the most obvious wound.
The gaping wound looked gruesome.
As I applied the medicine, my heart trembled along with my hand.
"You—"
My gaze wavered again and again. After a long silence and much hesitation, I finally asked the question in my heart. "Why did you push me away?"
Qing Ye's voice was very soft. "When I saw you were in danger, I instinctively wanted to save you..."
That answer...
I stared at my fingertips and said nothing for a long time.
Qing Ye... really hadn't been lying before.
I, Ye Xiaoyao, could be chosen without a moment's hesitation, too.
Drip—
A crystal-clear tear fell.
I reached out with my little hand to wipe it away, but it still landed on Qing Ye.
Qing Ye instinctively opened her eyes, and immediately saw her flustered Junior Sister, still trying to force a smile at