Ruo Ling silently looked at Mi Yao. "Do you really want to do this?"
"Yes, my blood will save his life, and from then on I want my freedom. You are his sister, you can make the decision for him."
"Alright," Ruo Ling nodded. "I agree."
Ruo Ling had considered the matter deeply before agreeing. Now that Mi Yao only wanted to leave him, if he insisted, he would be the one who suffered the most. It was better to let go and allow both of them to seek happiness anew.
Mi Yao wrote her conditions on a piece of white paper. Ruo Ling held Feng Yueming's thumb and pressed a handprint, finalizing everything.
Mi Yao slowly got out of bed, but her legs gave way and she slid toward the ground. She had fed Feng Yueming her blood for two days, and her complexion had become as pale as paper.
Ruo Ling immediately supported her. "Mi Yao, where do you want to go? With your current condition, you'll definitely collapse after a few steps."
"I want to find Xiao Bai."
"The Fox King?"
