"Xue'er..." Taixu Zi suddenly grasped her hand tightly, and his blurry eyes cleared up slightly.
He stared at her firmly and pleaded in a low murmur, "Would you stay... please?"
Mo Xue felt a surge of heartache, and her tears flowed even more, "Conserve your strength. Don't waste energy talking."
"Xue'er... won't you stay, please?" he stubbornly pleaded again.
Mo Xue bit her lip and remained silent, but Taixu Zi suddenly started coughing, bringing up even more fresh blood.
Her heart trembled, and she quickly nodded in agreement, "Okay, I promise you, I won't leave. I'll never leave... Let's hurry inside, and I'll heal you, okay?"
Taixu Zi looked at her in shock and then broke into a happy smile.
That smile was like that of a child receiving a beloved toy.
Standing to the side, Yun Shangyuan spoke at the right moment, "You few, quickly carry him inside. We can't delay any longer."
