Ruxue completely lost her strength, falling backward, her head hitting Qingyi's powerful chest.
"Are you okay?" Qingyi asked, hugging her tightly and kneeling down, placing her on his lap.
The seed of life was already working, beginning to heal the terrible wounds on his body.
Honestly, if it weren't for it, Qingyi would be dead for sure.
It was impossible, even for the best doctors in that world, to heal such terrible injuries.
"I'm..." Ruxue replied softly, watching the blood staining the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.
There was little satisfaction in that revenge, not when she knew she hadn't killed him completely, not when he was still breathing.
"Is there something you want to talk about?" Qingyi turned his face slightly, placing a kiss on her lips.
"You're injured... you should heal yourself first." Ruxue replied, placing her hand on a terrible wound on his chest.
Her dress was ruined by Qingyi's blood, but she didn't care.
