Ah Jiu looked at Wufu’s little face, which appeared especially pale due to blood loss, making it look even smaller, and felt a piercing pain in his heart.

"What’s wrong? Is it acting up again?" Wufu asked nervously, seeing him clutch his heart.

Ah Jiu shook his head, tightly grasping her hand, sweat beading on his forehead.

"What’s wrong, after all?" Wufu was anxiously distressed, and opened her mouth to call: "Xiao Bai... uh."

Ah Jiu sealed her lips with his mouth, gently nibbling on them, his hand firmly holding her head to prevent her from leaving.

Wufu, from dazed to compliant, suddenly felt her cheeks a bit moist, and couldn’t help but open her eyes, pushing him away, only to see tears dropping from his eyes. She softened her heart involuntarily and teased him with a smile, "Hey, I’m a woman and haven’t cried yet, and you, a big man, have started first!"

"So many methods, why did you have to choose this? How am I supposed to accept it?" Ah Jiu lowered his head, looked at her hand, and said, "Knowing that it is your blood, how can I drink it with peace of mind?"

If his vitality required hers in exchange, he would rather not have it.

He was heartbroken, and he couldn’t bear it!

"It’s okay, it’s just half a small bowl. Just think of it as promoting metabolism and detoxification," Wufu comforted with a smile, "Blood can be regenerated repeatedly, once every three days, how could I not replenish it?"

Ah Jiu shook his head, "No, you can’t release it like this, otherwise, before we reach Miaojiang, you’ll weaken and die."

"So you want my three bloodlettings to be in vain?" Wufu deliberately asked, "Or do you want to watch me marry someone else?"

Ah Jiu’s hand tightened.

"Now the Heart-devouring Gu is already in both of us. No matter who betrays, it will be a life of unbearable pain. Ah Jiu, we can’t go back now. The bow is drawn, there’s no turning back. We can only move forward, not retreat. Otherwise, what awaits us is eternal separation and an abyss," Wufu looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Compared to losing you, this amount of blood is nothing!"

Compared to losing you, what is this amount of blood?

When Ah Jiu heard this, it was as if something hit his heart heavily, making him feel sour, soft, and aching.

"There will be other ways..."

"At least for now, there isn’t," Wufu shook her head, "Ah Jiu, you can’t wait anymore. You must bring it out before the next outbreak."

Ah Jiu felt a chill in his heart.

"If it were me, would you not be willing to lose this blood either?"

"How could that be, I would even give you my life," Ah Jiu retorted, then saw her using these words against him and said, "Wufu, that’s two different things. I’m a man, I can bear it, but you can’t."

"In the face of life, everyone is equal, regardless of gender," Wufu intercepted his words again, "The way you treat me is naturally the way I treat you."

Ah Jiu pursed his lips.

"Ah Jiu, I’m risking my life to save you, because I need you and am willing to. But I won’t watch you use my life to love another woman, so if I die, you shall accompany me in burial," Wufu said domineeringly.

Ah Jiu chuckled, looked down at her hastily bandaged wound, unwrapped it, and slowly took up a clean cotton cloth to wipe it, sprinkled some golden sore medicine, and said, "Then you must promise me, from now on, you cannot hide anything from me, not even a small matter."

Wufu let out a sigh, smiled, and said, "Alright." Then she called towards the door, "Jadeite, bring the medicinal soup in!"

Jadeite came in holding a black lacquered tray, with the same potion Ah Jiu was familiar with, which he had drunk twice.

Ah Jiu stared at it for a while, forced himself to endure the stabbing pain in his heart, and drank it down.

Enough, if she dies, he’ll accompany her in burial!