Meng Xinian had already passed out.
Moreover, there were several wounds on his face, chest, neck, and arms, likely inflicted by a sharp object, and they were still bleeding.
Chiang Xiao cradled him in her arms, and seeing him , and upon touching his burning temperature, she nearly lost her mind.
She called out to him like that, but he didn’t move at all, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Chiang Xiao’s nose soured, and tears immediately began rolling down her face.
She had never imagined that he could end up in such a terrible state.
She had always thought that even if the situation was dire, he would at least be like the person in her memories, just temporarily unable to solve the problem; she hadn’t expected him to be enduring with such a tragic condition.
She learned her boxing technique from him, and after a whole year, did he really have so little confidence that her skills would improve?
No matter what, there was no need to treat her like some delicate object in need of protection; he should have just brought people to her, should have just brought danger to her!
In that moment, Chiang Xiao even felt that if there truly was such danger, he should have just brought it to her; at most, she would expose her space! At least then, she would be aware of his condition and could face it with him! Maybe, she could even save his life!
But as soon as this thought crossed her mind, she scared herself terribly.
Had she come to value him so highly?
Despite the brutal lesson from her previous life, she was supposed to keep her space hidden from everyone; she was supposed to keep her cheat abilities well concealed, and yet, seeing him now, almost breathless, covered in injuries and blood, and burning up, she suddenly felt, what was there to hide?
All those considerations mattered less than his well-being.
"Meng Xinian!" she bit out his name again through clenched teeth, suppressing the impulse to take him into her space, scooped out some Spiritual Spring Water from the space, and brought it to his lips.
As for the person beside her, she couldn’t care less about them right now.
She couldn’t care whether they were dead or alive.
Her hands, holding the water, were trembling.
Meng Xinian looked, besides his searing hot body, truly like a dead man.
She had never seen him before, injured all over and with a face full of stubble.
But she just couldn’t get the water in.
In that moment, Chiang Xiao couldn’t care about how melodramatic it seemed; she instinctively took the water into her mouth, then pressed her lips to his, trying to transfer the water to him.
What she didn’t expect, though, was that Meng Xinian clenched his mouth tightly and bit down on his teeth, making it even more difficult to get the water in than before.
Chiang Xiao felt as if she was about to explode with the air trapped in her chest.
Should she be glad that, at least it seemed, he had that slight reaction?
Otherwise, why would he clench his teeth tighter when her lips touched his?
Or was this one of the special trainings they had done before, to prevent someone from drugging them?
Even when unconscious, to remember subconsciously not to drink anything?
But with no way to feed him , Chiang Xiao truly felt like crying.
"Meng Xinian, Meng Xinian!" she hugged his head tightly, pressing her mouth against his lips, repeatedly calling out his name, thought for a moment it’s still not feasible, then embraced him and flashed into the space.
The medicinal power inside the space was strong, and maybe it would do him some good too.
"Tyrant Meng, I’m Chiang Xiao, Meng Xinian, it’s me, it’s me, relax, I’m going to give you medicine."