A flash of inspiration struck Hei Xiangling, and she was overjoyed. Yes, perhaps, perhaps, her heart's blood could save him.
Hei Xiangling used her spiritual power to make a cut on her chest, and her face paled a little.
"Damn, that hurts! I should have gone easy on you!"
After saying that, she gathered a force in her hands and plunged it into the wound. Hei Xiangling's face paled even more, and soon she was drenched in sweat. The pain made her involuntarily frown.
A drop of bright red blood was enveloped by a force and flew out from her chest.
Hei Xiangling came to Xiao Yichen's side, pinched his mouth, and used her spiritual power to feed his heart's blood into his mouth.
Hei Xiangling sat weakly to the side, concentrating her energy to heal her wounds.
A moment later, the person on the ground let out a soft groan.
Hearing the sound, Hei Xiangling stepped forward and helped him up, patting his face: "Xiao Yichen, wake up."
"Xiao Yichen!"
Xiao Yichen frowned, moved, and slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in Hei Xiangling's arms. He tried to get up but had no strength at all.
Hei Xiangling's eyes lit up with joy: "Xiao Yichen, you're finally awake."
Xiao Yichen's gaze fell on the wound on her chest, his eyes flickered slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
Her voice was hoarse and weak as she said, "Ah Ling, you used your heart's blood..."
Hei Xiangling clutched her wound: "I'm fine, but what happened to you? Who hurt you so badly?"
"I'll avenge you!"
Seeing Hei Xiangling's worried eyes, Xiao Yichen smiled bitterly. He had miscalculated after all. His premeditated approach to her was only for the sake of surviving.
However, after spending two years together, a new feeling developed in his feelings for her, which made him reluctant to tell her the truth.
"No one hurt me. It was myself, the spiritual techniques I cultivated that caused the backlash."
Hei Xiangling was skeptical: "But why do I feel your presence is so weak..."
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