"Where is the Yin-Sinking Water? Do you need my help to seize it?" Song Wen asked.
"I don't need your help. I can handle this myself."
As she spoke, a flicker of disdain flashed through Qiluo's eyes.
What could a mere Nascent Soul Cultivator possibly do for her?
Qiluo flipped her hand and produced a jade vial, handing it to Song Wen.
"Ye Hua, I wronged you earlier and injured you by mistake. These are healing pills. Just one will completely heal your injuries."
"There's no need for this. It's only a minor injury; a few days of meditation will restore me fully." Though Song Wen spoke with modest refusal, his hand accepted the jade vial without the slightest hesitation.
His divine sense probed into the vial and found ten excellent healing pills within. Song Wen promptly stored them in his storage ring.
Then, he laboriously propped up his upper body, wrapped his arms around Qiluo's waist, and buried his head against her chest.
"For the past month, I've thought of you day and night. Give me another chance." Seemingly smothered beyond endurance, Song Wen's words came out muffled.
"But... your injuries?" Recalling what had happened last time, Qiluo's body went a little weak.
"Even if I die beneath peony blossoms, I'll still be a dashing ghost."
Qiluo stepped down from the bed with a rosy face. Looking around, she asked in surprise, "Ye Hua, where are my clothes?"
Song Wen lay lazily on the bed, looking utterly spent, as though he did not even want to move a finger.
Perhaps because his physical body had already been injured and he had lost much vital essence, he appeared somewhat weak at the moment.
"After today, who knows when I'll see you again? I kept them so I'd have something