The Prodigies War

Candlelight flickered, and from the faint light and shadows, it was clear that he was in a simple stone house.

Xia Zhi was still wearing her blood-stained robe. Her slender figure was curled up as she lay on the edge of the bed, and her beautiful face was pale and transparent. A lingering hint of gloom resided between her eyebrows.

Lin Xun opened his eyes and couldn't help but stretch out his palm and rub Xia Zhi's hair.

"Xia Zhi, I'm not dead, don't be sad." He wanted to smile, but instead tears flowed down his cheeks.

The scenes that had previously emerged in his consciousness seemed to reappear in front of him. In the vast cosmos, she was bleeding, fleeing alone with him on her back. She was so seriously injured, but she didn't care at all. Instead, she kept calling him as tears fell silently on her beautiful face.

This was the first time Lin Xun had seen Xia Zhi crying in such a sad, helpless, and hesitant way. This was also the first time that Lin Xun himself couldn't stop crying. Even men had to cry sometimes.

After experiencing the most heart-wrenching hardships and dangers, only then would someone understand how important the person they cared about the most was in their heart.

Xia Zhi, who was lying on the edge of the bed, was stunned at this moment. She raised her head and stared at Lin Xun who had just opened his eyes. After a long time, she whispered, "Lin Xun, don't scare me like this again."

Her crisp voice was choked with sobs. She seemed to force a smile, but sparkling tears were in her eyes, sliding down silently.

Perhaps she was currently too excited, or perhaps she had suffered from too much worry and grief in her heart, but Xia Zhi, who had always been quiet, stretched out her arms and hugged Lin Xun tightly. She rested her head on his chest. She didn't say a word, but her delicate body was trembling slightly.

Lin Xun gently stroked Xia Zhi's hair and said, "It's okay. I won't let this happen again."

At the end of his sentence, there was a touch of determination!