But this time it was clearly much better than before, no longer continuously bleeding, only oozing a bit.
Perhaps due to being soaked in seawater, the area around the wound became somewhat swollen, with the surface skin already turning white from soaking.
Huo Jingting forced himself to endure the pain, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot, and beads of cold sweat increasingly dotted his face, the knuckles of his clenched fingers showing a nearly translucent white.
Gu Nanqiao sat on the ground, turning her gaze away.
Huo Jingting gasped a few times, his body weakly leaning back again, handing the knife back to her, "Heat it over the fire."
She suppressed the heaviness in her heart, took the knife and placed it over the fire, heating the blade until it glowed red, to the point where even her palm felt a bit hot. After heating, she returned to Huo Jingting's side.
