"Have you heard? That demonic river has dried up!"

"I heard the river water disappeared overnight!"

"Great! That man-eating demon river is finally no longer a threat to us!"

The entire town was celebrating, and the strange rain that had been falling for so long finally stopped.

Inside the inn room, Aoqian had been sitting by Song Xiwei's bedside all night.

He could clearly feel his primordial spirit suffering immense pain, but he paid no heed to it, staring intently at Song Xiwei, who was still unconscious. He himself was unaware of the deep bitterness and resentment in his eyes.

He seemed to be shrouded in immense distress.

He didn't know what Song Xiwei's mindset was when she gave him breathing exercises several times before.

All he knew was that he sensed Song Xiwei's primordial spirit in that river, and at the moment she gradually revealed her true form, he transferred his own energy to her in order to bring her back successfully.

The moment their lips touched, his heart raced uncontrollably, and after a brief blank in his mind, it was like fireworks exploding. Even after successfully bringing Song Xiwei back to the inn, he kept staring at her, not knowing whether he was lost in thought or in a daze.

Despite his mind being a complete mess, Aoqian confirmed one thing.

He wanted to tell Song Xiwei about this as soon as she woke up.

Song Xiwei was the only person for whom he would rather suffer himself than see her in any way harmed.

He would admit his mistake to Song Xiwei and promise not to be so willful again, but Song Xiwei also had to promise him that she would never go on a risky trip alone in the future, and that she would at least fight alongside him.

Ao Qian stared at Song Xiwei in deep thought.

He stared at her for an unknown amount of time, and Song Xiwei's long, thick eyelashes trembled under his gaze.

Two shadows were cast beneath her eyelashes, obscuring her overly beautiful eyes; Song Xiwei possessed a fragile beauty in this way.

Ao Qianxin's heart was in his throat. Even though he knew she would wake up, he was still extremely nervous.

Then the hand he was holding moved slightly in his palm, and his heart pounded even faster.

Hearing a muffled groan, the person who had been sleeping soundly all night finally opened their eyes.

Because of excessive exertion, Song Xiwei was weak and dizzy when she opened her eyes. It took her a while to adjust before she could clearly see the man whose lips were slightly pursed and whose brows were furrowed due to nervousness.

Song Xiwei subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to smooth the man's furrowed brows, but her hand was tightly gripped, and she felt her knuckles ache from the grip.

"pain……"

"Ah, I, I didn't mean to."

Aoqian reluctantly let go of Song Xiwei's hand, and the moment she pulled her hand away, it felt as if a piece of Aoqian's heart was missing.

He stared at her hand and saw her raise it.

The hand, still weak and powerless, gently rested on his brow bone until it landed on his furrowed brow.

His fingertips were still a little cool, but Aoqian felt very comfortable. He didn't know what kind of strange new illness he had contracted.

It's as if he can have physical contact with Song Xiwei, whether it's him touching her or her touching him on her own initiative, it's all good. But once that physical contact is gone, like when she just pulled her hand away, he feels inexplicably lost.

Aoqian couldn't quite grasp this strange feeling. All he knew was that, for the moment, he couldn't live without Song Xiwei.

It was only after Song Xiwei's accident that he became even more certain of what he understood.

I'd rather destroy myself, even if it means dying together, than let her be alone and get hurt.