"Because I don't want you to die."
With a firm and forceful voice, Ye Xuan spoke those seven brief words. His gaze was resolute as he seriously said, "I don't know why you are helping me, but now, you are already my friend. Since you are my friend, I can't just stand by and watch you die."
"Mm."
Hong Ling smiled gratefully, resting on Ye Xuan's back, her breath growing weaker, she softly said, "Thank you."
"Hong Ling, trust me, you will not die, definitely not. I swear."
Ye Xuan ran madly down the street as if he were tireless, his speed increasing until he even surpassed several speeding cars.
...
Evening.
When Ye Xuan arrived at the gates of the Xuanyuan Family, his body was already stained crimson with blood, like a man who had just climbed out of a vat of red dye, drenched in sweat mixed with blood, making Ye Xuan look terrifying.
