Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 50: Jealousy ✨

Fortunately, although she had been injured by the demonic energy, the wounds weren't severe, and she didn't remain unconscious for long.

When she opened her eyes again, the sandstorm had passed. She found herself lying beneath a large boulder, covered by an outer robe. The surroundings were silent, and QiongQi, now back in her little tiger form, lay beside her. Seeing her awake, QiongQi hummed and nuzzled against her neck.

"Xiao Tiantian," Luo JinXiao croaked, realizing her throat was hoarse. She turned her head and coughed a few times.

This seemed to be a safe haven, with towering stone pillars around, stretching beyond sight. She lay at the base of one, a good place to hide.

Qu WeiYin was sitting beside her, leaning her head on her hand, elbow resting on a rock, seemingly asleep.

Usually so pristine, she now appeared a bit disheveled and worn. Stray hairs fell across her face, concealing her eyes. Her lips, full and ripe like fruit, were marred with cuts, the blood dried into scabs.

Her thin clothing reminded Luo JinXiao that the robe covering her was Qu WeiYin's.

She recalled being hit by demonic energy but felt no lingering effects now-full of strength. Had Qu WeiYin healed her? Yet, Qu WeiYin's spiritual energy typically disrupted her celestial veins rather than aiding them.

Could the demonic energy have somehow dissipated on its own? Luo JinXiao was puzzled.

She petted QiongQi's head, whispering, "Did you find this place?"

QiongQi eagerly nodded her furry head, then tugged on her sleeve, directing her gaze to two unconscious people-a man and a woman-lying nearby. They were breathing, albeit faintly.

This trip hadn't been in vain. Luo JinXiao sighed in relief, patting QiongQi's back. "I'll have Little Martial Aunt feed you a few cows when we get back."

Excited, QiongQi leapt up to lick her face.

Luo JinXiao held her off, then rose, legs still stiff, and hobbled to Qu WeiYin, kneeling beside her.

Qu WeiYin slept deeply, her breathing labored, brow furrowed, resting but uncomfortable.

Seeing her like this, Luo JinXiao felt a tug at her heart, a slight ache. She quickly draped the robe back over Qu WeiYin, then tidied her hair.

Tucking the strands behind her ear, Qu WeiYin's delicate features were fully revealed, beautiful and pitiful.

Maybe only she felt this sympathy, Luo JinXiao thought, entranced.

Sensing Luo JinXiao's gaze, Qu WeiYin's eyelids fluttered open.

Caught off guard, both blushed. Qu WeiYin, just waking, blushed more intensely, turning her head. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Luo JinXiao stammered, retreating. "I thought you might be cold, so I covered you."

Qu WeiYin's dark eyes lowered to her hands. "Mm."

"Since you're awake, let's head out," Qu WeiYin said, standing but nearly stumbling. Luo JinXiao quickly steadied her, concern in her eyes.