Yu Weimin couldn't think straight. In his heart, there were only a few things that he would do unconsciously. One was breathing, and another was trying to keep the marshal alive.
That's right; as absurd as it sounded, getting the marshal to breathe had become his second nature over the years.
There were many times when they were fighting to the point of nearly killing each other. If Yu Weimin were the one to attack the other and injure the man brutally, he would stop, let the marshal recover, even help him heal, and start fighting again once healing was done.
He was crazy like that, but he couldn't explain this emotion. This deep yearning to keep the man from dying…. This was the feeling that drove him to embark on these insane villain-rescuing missions in every freaking world filled with perils at every turn.
It wasn't that he was insane for choosing this path. He could have ignored it because his hatred for the man wasn't an illusion. He did hate Qi Jingguo.
