Because in this world, there is someone who fears she might die.
"Even if you have a Self-Healing Technique, even if you're immortal, I don't believe you'd survive being shattered to pieces. You're just a resilient creature, not a Fairy!" Si Wuxie continued irritably.
Yes, Si Wuxie summed it up correctly. She is merely a resilient creature, not a Fairy or monster. She can live eternally, but that doesn't mean there is nothing that can harm her.
"The pharmacy ran out of a certain medicine, and I wanted to go up the mountain to gather some!" Xiang Anning said weakly, with a touch of grievance.
Just as Si Wuxie thought, a woman is, after all, a woman. No matter what creature, being female means being vulnerable—they need protection.
"Are you an idiot? You're risking your life to gather medicine for others!" Si Wuxie scolded.
While scolding, his large hand moved from Xiang Anning's waist to her head, gently stroking her hair.
