"Sister Xiaoru, I'm really sorry to have you come all this way."
Xiao Yingying seemed much more spirited at this time, and was not continuously sleeping as she had been before; she even started talking with Song Xiaoru.
Song Xiaoru said with sympathy, "It's nothing, this is a matter of life and death. Coming here to lend a hand doesn't count for much."
Xiao Yingying's mouth twitched slightly as she tried to smile, but no smile came out. She said, "I wasn't afraid of dying, thinking that if I died, I died. Otherwise, living like this didn't hold any appeal. The first time I met Brother Dong, I just wanted to die, thinking I would just die wherever I ended up."
By this time, Song Xiaodong had prepared the silver needles, and with a stern face, he said, "Alright, stop talking for now. You can say all this later."
"Oh...okay," Xiao Yingying obediently responded.
"Sister, take off her top," Song Xiaodong added.
