"Why won't you let me die? If I died, no one would bind your freedom. You could roam wherever you pleased. But as long as I'm alive, as long as I have one breath left, I'll cling to you until one of us dies." He watched her frantically tend his wounds, using every kind of Medicinal Pill and Spirit Herb to keep him alive, and could not help mocking her.
"No, you're wrong." Ye Zhenzhen felt suffocated and helpless. "I love you. How could I bear to let you die?"
"You love me?" At last, he had heard her say the word love. He laughed like a madman, then began repeating his love for her over and over, as if seized by a fever.
But the towering Devil Qi inside him began to churn beyond his control, threatening to swallow him. His Divine Soul grew unstable, showing signs that it was about to leave his body.
She stroked his chest, trembling uncontrollably, terrified that he might suddenly close his eyes and leave her forever. In that instant, she finally understood how he felt when he feared she would leave him. That fear of gaining and losing her made her suffer unbearably.
He could not die! He could not leave her!
Enduring the pain, she bit the tip of her tongue. Warm blood welled up, and she used her tongue to part his lips.
The taste of blood entered his mouth, carrying a familiar sweetness. He suddenly realized: the faint, familiar sweetness tinged with blood in the Strawberry-flavored Heart-Clearing Pill she had personally refined for his birthday ten years ago had been her blood.
So her blood was the reason Devil Qi had not swallowed him.
So she had treated him even better than he had imagined.
It felt as though