TSFLIP Chapter 567

Surrounded by an endless desert, Fengguang didn’t even know how long she’d been gritting her teeth and supporting Si Jia as they trudged forward. All she knew was that his face had grown increasingly pale—so pale it terrified her. He might not make it.

The desert sun beat down mercilessly, and they were severely dehydrated. Even if he didn’t die from his injuries, the lack of water alone could kill him.

Fengguang wasn’t a doctor, but in a situation like this, a doctor wasn’t even necessary. Along the way, they hadn’t seen a single animal—hell, not even a cactus. There was no hope of finding water.

Si Jia’s body suddenly grew heavier, slumping fully against her. He’d lost consciousness completely. Fengguang had no choice but to find the leeward side of a dune and lie down there. She then shifted positions to stand where she could block the sun from hitting him directly. Looking at the shadow her body cast over his, she thought maybe—just maybe—it would help him feel a little better.

The dry air sucked the moisture out of their bodies. For Si Jia, who was wounded and bleeding, the dehydration was even worse.

Fengguang reached out, lightly touching his chapped lips. He was completely out cold. Suddenly, she made up her mind. She pulled out the dagger her father had given her, unsheathed it, and pressed the sharp blade against her right wrist. After a long inner struggle, she gritted her teeth, shut her eyes, and cut into her smooth, pale skin.

She bit her lip, letting out only a short, muffled gasp. Not wanting to waste a drop, she quickly held her bleeding wrist to Si Jia’s lips. The blood dripped into his mouth, but trickled right back out of the corners.

Fengguang’s hand throbbed in pain, and her heart ached even more. Wasting blood like this felt unbearable. Without thinking, she brought her wrist to her mouth, sucked up some blood from the wound, and, suppressing a wave of nausea, leaned down to press her lips against his—transferring the precious blood into his mouth.

The metallic taste of blood spread between their lips.

She did it again, and again. Focused solely on not wasting a single drop, she didn’t notice the moment his body stiffened slightly beneath her.

Only when dizziness began to set in did Fengguang stop the blood-kissing. Her wound had started to clot. She looked at it, feeling light-headed, then lowered her sleeve to cover the gory cut. With her other hand, she gently cupped his pale cheek and whispered, “Si Jia, I won’t let anything happen to you. You can’t die.”

If he died, she’d fail her mission in this world.

But maybe… maybe it wasn’t just about the mission. This man—he did have a kind of charm that tugged at her heart.

Wanting to make him more comfortable, she let his head rest on her lap. She waited for what felt like forever—long enough that her mind started to fog over. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, he finally opened his eyes.

She didn’t see him wake at first. Her eyelids had grown heavy, half-lidded, and her head kept drooping. She was just about to slump over when she felt something—a cool hand gently touch her cheek.

Her eyes flew open, instantly awake. Then she saw him—his hand lifted, his eyes open—and she grabbed his hand in excitement.

“Si Jia, you’re awake!”

“Mm… I’m awake.”

“Thank God,” she beamed, noticing that he was staring at her hand—the wrist she’d just used to feed him blood. Since she’d lifted her arm, the sleeve had slid down a little, exposing part of the wound.

She quickly let go of his hand and tucked her arm behind her back. Smiling brightly, she said, “I knew it. You wouldn’t just leave me behind and drift off like that.”