"I'm sorry, I'm truly so sorry. I never imagined things would turn out like this. This is all my fault!"
Yellow Weasel knelt on both knees, her body trembling, tears pouring from her eyes like floodwaters bursting through a dam as she sobbed out her apologies to Ying Ming Hao.
Her sweet voice sounded like music from heaven, but no one had the heart to savor its beauty now.
"What good does saying any of that do now? Get away from him this instant!"
Ye Hua trembled with rage. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, like two ripe cherries; her once-fair cheeks had turned as pale as paper, drained of all color; the veins in her neck bulged visibly with anger.
"Benefactor, please hold on! As long as you can survive, I'll gladly pay any price!"
Yellow Weasel's heart brimmed with uncontrollable grief and guilt. She desperately stretched out both hands, pouring her magic power into Ying Ming Hao without pause, doing everything she could to pull him back from the brink of death into the world of the living.
Yet Ye Hua had nothing but contempt for Yellow Weasel's affected display. Beside herself with fury, she roared:
"Stop putting on an act, you hypocritical weasel! Die!"
At that moment, Ye Hua no longer cared whether she could defeat her opponent. Only one thought filled her mind-make this hateful creature disappear.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Ying Ming Hao coughed violently, as though he might cough up his lungs. His eyes struggled open a crack, and like a candle guttering in the wind, he suddenly found a little strength in one final flicker of life.
"Junior Brother, how are you feeling? Please don't scare your Senior Sister! Hurry, try taking all these pills."
A glimmer of joy appeared on Ye Hua's