Wen Xiao’ai was shocked and looked at the man in disbelief.
Just now, she was also preparing to transfer the corpse poison from Jun Moyan’s body to her own.
But she wasn’t very confident, unsure if she could succeed, and might even accidentally harm Jun Moyan. Even if she successfully transferred the corpse poison to herself, she wouldn’t be able to cure it.
Does he even know what he’s doing?
Is he trying to die for Jun Moyan?
"Do you know what you’re doing?" Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but ask.
She really, really wanted to save Jun Moyan. If this person was a villain, she wouldn’t stop a villain looking for death. But he...
"Do you want to transfer the corpse poison to yourself?"
The man froze slightly, then looked at Wen Xiao’ai. When he saw the rare worry on Wen Xiao’ai’s face, his eyes lit up.
His pale lips curved into a smile: "Are you worried about me?"
"I just don’t want to owe you."
The man’s heart was a little desolate, he didn’t say anything more and continued his actions.
Soon, the black blood flowing from Jun Moyan’s wound turned from black to red; the black smoke lingering around began to dissipate, and the corpse spots were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye; his skin was gradually turning white from its ashen color.
Wen Xiao’ai held her breath, her heart excited and nervous, but she dared not make a sound to disturb the man.
Finally, his wound stopped bleeding, the corpse spots disappeared entirely, and his skin returned to normal. Content orıginally comes from novel·fiɾe·net
Wen Xiao’ai was overjoyed, tears welled up in her eyes, driven by happiness.
The moment the man stopped, Wen Xiao’ai immediately rushed forward, knelt to the ground, and checked Jun Moyan’s condition.
She reached out and pushed Jun Moyan’s shoulder, touched his face: "Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan?"
"When will he wake up?"
Wen Xiao’ai asked the man.
But she saw the man, with one hand on the bedside table, barely supporting himself without collapsing, and his hand on the table was shaking.
Seeing the man’s poor condition, Wen Xiao’ai immediately stood up, walked around the bed, and approached him.
"Then, how will you cure the corpse poison in your body?"
"If I say I’ll just wait to die , would you be sad?" The man looked at her and asked with a smile.
"If you have no way to cure it, why risk your life to save him?"
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t understand.
"Can’t bear to see you upset."
After Wen Xiao’ai was stunned for two seconds, she said: "I’m really not Yingying."
"I know..." The man’s voice was so weak as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
He no longer fought with her.
It’s okay, she would remember eventually.
Wen Xiao’ai increasingly didn’t understand this person.
If he knew, why did he say he couldn’t bear to see her upset?
Just because she looked like that Yingying?
"Do I look a lot like her? Do you really like that Yingying?"
"..." The man didn’t speak, just looked at her.
"If you don’t really like her, why would you not be able to bear seeing even someone who just looks like her upset."
The man smiled, his eyes full of tenderness when looking at Wen Xiao’ai: "Yes, I really like her."
"Is she from the Immortal Realm? Is it that those people from the Immortal Realm said immortals and demons must part, so they wouldn’t let you be together?"
"...Yes." The man responded, his eyes still fixed on Wen Xiao’ai.