As Baili Xia's arm wound bled slower and slower, and it took a long time for a few drops to fall, she picked up the dagger and slashed again.
Mu Xiaojiu couldn't see her actions, but he could hear them clearly.
Dongfang Jin watched in pain as she harmed herself, yet now Dongfang Ji seemed really better thanks to Baili Xia's blood; the blackness on his face had dissipated significantly.
Her blood could truly save Ji!
He felt heartache for the harm she inflicted on herself, but human life is paramount, and this moment was critical for Ji's survival.
What should he choose?
To let his own brother live, he could only watch in distress as the girl he loved most repeatedly cut her own arm.
Baili Xia's vision began to blur not because of tears, but because the severe blood loss was nearly too much for her to bear.
"Look... look at his lips, see if there's still any black hue in their texture?"
