Unfortunately, this reckless confession seemed to have backfired a little.
Before, Moon Shadow had kept a stern face, but for the sake of the "mission," she had at least exchanged a few words with Zhang Qiren and fought alongside him. They had at least counted as comrades on very bad terms.
But now, after standing dazed for a few seconds, she quickly tossed him some bandages and medicinal plasters and ran off without a word.
Even their comradeship was gone now.
Zhang Qiren sat weakly on the ground, his eyes half-lowered toward the bandages in his hands, his lips pressed tight.
Qiu Wuji suddenly appeared beside him and tossed him an Elixir. "Take this. You're covered in bloody holes. Bandages won't help."
Zhang Qiren sighed. "You're here..."
Qiu Wuji snorted. "You only acted so recklessly because you knew you wouldn't die, didn't you?"
Zhang Qiren silently swallowed the Elixir and rested for quite a while before slowly saying, "Do you mean not treating my wounds first, or risking my life?"
"Both," Qiu Wuji said.
"If you mean treating my wounds, I knew that with all these holes in me, relying on the medicine I carried out here in the wilderness... if you didn't come, I was dead. There was no point struggling."
"So you confessed because you thought you might die and couldn't hold back?" Qiu Wuji was a little interested. "No wonder. I was wondering why you suddenly showed those feelings when you'd never expressed them to her before..."
Zhang Qiren gave a quiet grunt of assent, a hint of regret on his face.
It seemed he deeply regretted that damned confession. Now they couldn't even be friends.
Come to think of it, why hadn't he confessed back when he had a crush on her? Wasn't it precisely because