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Because of the pain from the arrow being pulled out, Bai Zepei suddenly woke up and let out a pained cry. His vision was somewhat blurry as he saw Bai Ruozhu with a face covered in blood; a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He weakly raised his hand, wanting to help wipe her clean, but it fell back down due to his lack of strength.
"Ruozhu, your face is really dirty…" Bai Zepei said weakly.
"Er Lang, don't talk. I am trying to stop your bleeding," Bai Ruozhu's voice choked up as she spoke. Even in such a state, he still had the mood to jest with her—it was just like him.
Tears mixed with the blood in her eyes, and her vision cleared once again. She sniffed and continued the urgent task at hand.
After a busy flurry, the bleeding finally stopped, and Bai Zepei, due to his weakness, fell into unconsciousness again.
Bai Ruozhu wiped the sweat from her forehead, only to smear blood across her face. Her body swayed, her legs weakened, and she collapsed into a warm embrace.
