When I put my finger down, I felt wet blood.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly became anxious. He was not good at alchemy, and in the darkness, he could not find out where Jin Li was injured with his spiritual sense alone. If Jin Li did not want to, he could not use his spiritual power to detect the other party's injuries, so he could only worry.
He was becoming more and more anxious, and even Mo Qianqiu didn't notice that he was extremely anxious.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a blood-soaked hand gently climbed up his face. Mo Qianqiu's body stiffened, and a strange feeling came from the other party's fingers, as if something was tickling his skin, making him sensitive and a little stiff.
Jin Li's fingers stroked across his cheek, across the bridge of his nose, and finally stopped at his right eye.
Mo Qianqiu's body had already stiffened, unable to move at all. The two of them stayed in this strange position, blood oozing from Jin Li's lips as he collapsed weakly into Mo Qianqiu's arms. The Red-robed Demon Lord remained stiff as the other caressed his eyes, caressing the very eyes that he hadn't realized had turned a deep blue.
“…It should be very beautiful.”
Mo Qianqiu was shocked: "What's beautiful?"
Jin Li said in a hoarse voice, "Your eyes."
An inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart, and Mo Qianqiu's face flushed slightly. He said as a matter of course, "My eyes are naturally beautiful, and no one in the world can compare to them. Do you need to say more?" After a pause, Mo Qianqiu said, "What kind of injury did you suffer?"
Listening to the other party's arrogant words, and then the questioning that was followed by a question of concern, Jin Li silently raised the corners of his lips and said, "After I cut out my heart for you, I didn't take good care of it, so I got a little injured. After decades, the injury has worsened."
Mo Qianqiu was suddenly speechless.
Jin Li asked, "You said you wanted me to give you three days?"
Mo Qianqiu: "...Well, I want to see them again."
Jin Li said calmly: "There are still ten years left. I will give you ten days. The only requirement is that during this period, you must hold my hand all the time."
Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes wide: "Why should I hold your hand?!" Upon hearing this, the strange feeling in Mo Qianqiu's heart became even more overwhelming. He suddenly felt that the way he was hugging the other person at this moment seemed a little wrong, but he didn't feel disgusted, but he couldn't explain what the feeling was.
Jin Li said calmly, "After all, the heart is in your body. If I'm closer to you, I can feel its aura better and won't get hurt."
Mo Qianqiu was speechless.
Jin Li first recuperated for seven days, finally recovering somewhat. During these seven days, Mo Qianqiu held him tightly, his body stiff. Jin Li placed one hand on his heart, constantly drawing on the life force that belonged to him and to the divine beast.
After seven days, Jin Li finally sat up straight again. Mo Qianqiu had just relaxed for a moment when he felt someone holding his hand.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly froze again.
Jin Li said calmly: "It's just to get close to it. It has nothing to do with you. Don't worry about it."
The other person's heart was beating thump thump. Mo Qianqiu's face heated up and he pursed his red lips. He deliberately sneered, "I...how could I care? It's only ten years, a blink of an eye. You promised to give me ten days, don't forget it."
"Um."
The two of them sat holding hands and leaning against the wall.
After a long time, a faint voice sounded, and Jin Li asked in a low voice: "What did you say just now?"
Mo Qianqiu: "...Thank you."
Jin Li was silent for a moment and said, "No need."
Ten years flew by in this strange hand-in-hand relationship. Over the past decade, the closer they got to that day, the stranger the atmosphere between them grew. Holding hands tightly, Jin Li's cool body heat was transferred to Mo Qianqiu's scorching palm. They truly became good friends, yet it felt a bit different than just close friends.
At least compared to Luo Jianqing, Mo Qianqiu inexplicably felt that Jin Li was really different.
For the first nine years, the two of them talked a lot, never feeling lonely even in this darkness. But in the final year, Mo Qianqiu stopped talking as often, and Jin Li didn't say much either. They seemed to have a tacit understanding that their relationship was about to break down, but neither of them took the initiative to ask questions.
This time the silence lasted for three full days, and there were less than three months left until that day.
Jin Li suddenly asked, "What do you like?"
Mo Qianqiu was slightly stunned, then said smugly, "Of course it's a beauty. If it's an ugly person, I don't even want to look at them. Take Wu Xiaozi for example. The wrinkles on his face are so thick they could kill a mosquito. I always feel disgusted when I see him."
Jin Li lowered his eyes and said, "Wu Xiaozi wasted his time, waiting until he was in his fifties before he began practicing. Therefore, by the time he reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, he was already sixty years old, and his appearance did not look young."
Mo Qianqiu hummed indifferently: "He is ugly anyway."
Jin Li said calmly, "Then who's good-looking?"
Mo Qianqiu said as a matter of course: "Of course I am the most beautiful."
"The skin is just an appearance, why bother with it? No matter how beautiful you are, you won't stand a chance against a strong person, and you will still be powerless to turn the tide."
Mo Qianqiu refuted: "Anyway, I just like beautiful women. It makes me feel comfortable just looking at them. I just like them. A long time ago, I saw an extremely handsome man. Although I can't remember his appearance, he just made me feel very comfortable."
Jin Li suddenly fell silent.
Mo Qianqiu continued, "Your appearance is barely pleasing to my eye, so I won't despise you."
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