Qu WeiYin pressed her lips together tightly, but her gaze wavered.
Luo JinXiao didn’t know if she felt angry or pained. From her perspective, she could see the demonic energy churning within Qu WeiYin, even gnawing at her celestial veins, yet she endured silently.
"Let go," Qu WeiYin said, taking advantage of Luo JinXiao's surprise to pull her hand free, turning away. "It's just some demonic energy; I can dissolve it myself."
"But you could barely manage to fly with your sword earlier," Luo JinXiao's eyes reddened, her heart aching.
She also felt a burning anger, unsure whether she was mad at Qu WeiYin for disregarding herself or upset that Qu WeiYin always kept her in the dark.
When Qu WeiYin turned back, she saw two tears slip down Luo JinXiao's face, hitting the ground with a soft thud, yet the sound echoed in Qu WeiYin’s heart like a roar.
Qu WeiYin sighed, her eyebrows slightly raised in resignation.
"I'm really fine," she insisted, shaking her head and stepping closer to Luo JinXiao. Seeing her red-eyed expression made her want to laugh.
Her tone softened, trying to sound reassuring.
"I already have demonic energy in me; it doesn't matter. Besides, the evil technique he practiced consumes celestial veins. It can't be expelled, only absorbed. My cultivation can handle it; yours can't."
"Stop acting like a child. Go rest; tomorrow is important," Qu WeiYin said, reaching to pull Luo JinXiao's arm, but Luo JinXiao grabbed her wrist instead.
"Little Martial Aunt, let me heal you," Luo JinXiao insisted, sniffing her red nose.
"No need," Qu WeiYin replied, but was pulled back to the bed by Luo JinXiao, sitting down with a jolt. She barely caught herself from falling.
"Luo JinXiao!" Qu WeiYin scolded, her eyes reproachful.
"You can't even beat me right now," Luo JinXiao muttered sullenly.
Qu WeiYin raised her slender fingers in mock anger, pretending to strike her. But Luo JinXiao didn’t flinch, moving closer instead.
"Go ahead, hit me. But I'm not leaving until I see you're better," Luo JinXiao said with her head down.
Qu WeiYin paused, lowering her hand slowly. Her gaze softened, the usual sharpness gone, perhaps due to her weakness.
She even reached out to wipe the tear on Luo JinXiao's chin.
"How old are you to cry so easily?" Qu WeiYin chided gently, shaking her head.
Then, she answered herself with a self-deprecating shake, "Barely in your teens, still young."
Lifting her skirt, Luo JinXiao sat by the bed, using her spiritual energy to repair Qu WeiYin's damaged veins. Neither spoke, Qu WeiYin grimacing and clenching her fists, enduring the pain.
Seeing her struggle, Luo JinXiao's heart ached, helpless to ease her suffering.
Qu WeiYin's thin inner garment clung to her skin, damp with sweat, sliding over her smooth skin as if she’d been caught in a downpour.
Despite the strain on her features, she remained breathtakingly beautiful.
As Luo JinXiao healed her, her gaze traced Qu WeiYin's features, entranced.
Suddenly, Qu WeiYin coughed, slumping back. Luo JinXiao quickly steadied her, pulling her upright.
Qu WeiYin sighed, resting her head on Luo JinXiao's shoulder.
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Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.
Fantasy(MTL)#2 穿成娶了反派的废物 Author: Qiqian Zhexie (七千折戏) Synopsis Luo Jinxiao, recently hailed as a prodigy in the world of cultivation, met her demise during a battle against the Demon Sect. Upon awakening, she found herself transported back two thousand yea...
