"Get stronger, and fast." Chu Bamboo hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a bowl. Expressionless, he made a cut on his wrist, and blood flowed out.
"What the—?! What are you doing?!" Lin Xia's expression changed drastically as he subconsciously reached out to cover the wound.
"Don't interfere!" Chu Bamboo pressed down on Lin Xia's shoulder with his other hand. Lin Xia's expression was conflicted. But since Chu Bamboo had already made the cut, he realized stopping him now was pointless. He forced himself to calm down and just watch the blood flow.
A few minutes later, the small bowl was full of blood.
Chu Bamboo took a deep breath and activated Rewrite. His slightly pale face instantly returned to its normal color.
"???" Lin Xia's serious expression froze. He thought for a moment and suddenly felt like a clown for having worried about Chu Bamboo earlier.
