Having no other choice, Bai Ling could not bear to watch Zhang Xiaowei in such agony.
She hastily took off her skirt and, after hesitating, gritted her teeth and decided to go through with it completely.
However, despite having made up her mind, at this moment she began to hesitate once again.
Bai Ling, do you want to watch him die?
An angry voice suddenly appeared in her mind, dispelling all of Bai Ling's concerns.
Without any hesitation, she burrowed into the blanket.
The icy sensation made Bai Ling think of Zhang Xiaowei as if he were a block of ice.
She immediately furrowed her brows and couldn't help shivering.
Yet even so, she did not leave Zhang Xiaowei's side.
She persevered with gritted teeth to warm him up again.
The cold from within invaded, and True Qi flowed backward.
Zhang Xiaowei's heart was tightening, its beating becoming slower and slower.
Good heavens, are you really going to take my life, Zhang Xiaowei?
