Zi Wei quickly sheathed his sword when he saw Su Yingxue. However, he couldn't control himself and ended up half-kneeling on the ground, his hand gripping the sword trembling.
Su Yingxue promptly helped him lie down, her face filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare the medicine for you. Why didn't you remind me?"
She was both anxious and frustrated. Anxious because any delay on her part would mean that Zi Wei would endure a prolonged period of pain. Frustrated because she had forgotten, and, to her surprise, Zi Wei had forgotten too!
Could he not pay attention to his well-being?
Zi Wei had been tormented by pain for a long time, and his ability to endure pain had long surpassed that of ordinary people by a hundred times. Even now, when the poison in his body acted up, there was no pain on his face, but more indifference.
He simply didn't care.
He was indifferent to the life and death of others, as well as his own.
