All around was a vast desert. Feng Guang didn't remember how long she had walked, gritting her teeth and supporting Si Jia. All she knew was that seeing his increasingly pale face, she feared he was in grave danger.
The desert is scorching hot and severely lacks water. Even if he doesn't die from his injuries, he will die from dehydration.
The scenery isn't a doctor, but in such an obvious situation, a doctor isn't needed either. Along the way, we haven't seen a single animal, not even a cactus, let alone water.
Si Jia's body suddenly felt heavier, as if all his weight was leaning on her. He was completely unconscious, so Feng Guang could only temporarily find a sheltered spot on a sand dune to put him down and let him lie on the ground. Then, she moved to a different spot to shield him from the sun. Looking at the shadow cast on him, she thought that perhaps this would make him feel a little better.
Dry air easily dehydrates people, especially Sijia, who was injured and had lost blood; his dehydration was even more severe than hers.
Fengguang's fingers lightly touched his slightly chapped lips. The unconscious man was unaware of anything. Suddenly, she made up her mind, took out the dagger her father had given her from her bosom, removed the sheath, and held the sharp dagger against her right wrist. After a strong internal struggle, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and made a cut on her smooth, fair skin.
She bit her lip and only let out a short "hmm." Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, she quickly brought her bleeding hand to his mouth. The blood dripped into his closed mouth, but flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Guang felt both pain in her hand and heart. She deeply felt that wasting blood was shameful. Ignoring everything else, she put her arm in front of her mouth, sucked blood from the wound, suppressed the subtle feeling of nausea, and then lowered her head to kiss his lips, transferring all the precious blood into his mouth. The taste of blood spread between their lips.
He gulped it down, then took another sip. The busy man was only thinking about not wasting any food, but he didn't notice that his body stiffened in an instant.
Feng Guang stopped feeding him blood as she gradually felt dizzy. The blood in the wound gradually congealed, and she felt dizzy looking at it. Fortunately, she lowered her sleeve to cover the bloody wound. She touched his pale cheek with her other hand and whispered, "Si Jia, I won't let anything happen to you. You can't die."
He died, so her mission in this world failed.
Perhaps it wasn't just for that reason; this man...in her eyes, did indeed possess a charm that captivated her.
To make him more comfortable, she let him rest his head on her lap. Feng Guang waited for a very long time, so long that her mind became hazy and she was about to lose consciousness when he finally slowly opened his eyes.
She didn't see him wake up because her eyelids were heavy, and she was already half-asleep. Her head was nodding, and it seemed that she would soon tilt her body and fall down unbalanced.
She didn't realize until she felt a slightly cool hand touch her cheek. She immediately opened her eyes and excitedly grabbed his raised hand. "Sijia, you're awake!"
"Hmm... I'm awake."
"It's good that you're awake." She saw him staring at her wrist, which was holding his hand. Because it was raised, her sleeve slipped down a little. She quickly put the hand down behind her back and said with a grin, "I knew you wouldn't just fall asleep and leave me alone."
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