Ning Xia's dark eyes firmly gazed at Bo Siyan, her lips quivering slightly as she enunciated each word clearly, "If you live, I'll be with you; if you die, I'll still be with you. You can't even dream of leaving me behind!"
"Fool." The man's hands were icy cold, yet they still brought warmth to Ning Xia.
Tears welled up in her eyes, "You're the fool."
They were both fools, exhausting all their strength wishing for the other to be well, yet forgetting that without the other, both would be in intolerable pain.
Bo Siyan's illness seemed to flare up again due to the intense battle just now. His brow furrowed tightly, he let out a muffled groan, and fresh blood began to trickle from the corners of his mouth.
"Bo Siyan! What's wrong with you?" Ning Xia nestled him into her embrace with distress, wiping the blood from his lips, "Where's the medicine? Do you have any?"
