At that moment, the Flame Witch finally came over. She slit her finger and squeezed out a single, glistening drop of blood, which floated over and landed on Su Qingxue's forehead. Instantly, Su Qingxue's condition began to improve, the deathly pallor of her face fading away. Ye Fan let out a breath of relief; the scene just now had terrified him. Immediately after, the Flame Witch turned and walked away.
Su Qingxue looked weakly at Ye Fan and asked, "Honey, what happened?"
"It was nothing… nothing at all." Ye Fan's eyes filled with tears. He didn't dare to tell her the truth. Perhaps she's already at the end of her rope.
Just then, Su Qingxue said sorrowfully, "Honey, you're crying."
"I'm not crying. I'm just so happy and overwhelmed to see you awake," Ye Fan replied awkwardly. He had loved many women in his life, but his affection for Su Qingxue was special. Among them all, she was without a doubt the one he loved most.
