If he hadn't returned, Uncle wouldn't have encountered the attack.
Why did he have to listen and come back?
Even if he didn't return, Mu Xuri couldn't do anything to him.
As she thought about it, her body began to tremble slightly.
Nangong Xu stood behind her, noticing that something was wrong.
He stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder.
"Don't think too much, he'll surely get better."
Baili Xia raised her eyes to meet his gaze and said firmly, "Use my blood."
"Let's observe a bit more."
Both of them sat quietly by the surgical bed, waiting silently.
The room was exceptionally quiet, with the continuous sound of ticking clearly audible.
Baili Xia looked at Mu Xiaojiu, memories flooding back to her mind.
Once, Uncle attended an event at her school and ate the cake she personally made, only to be poisoned.
Another time, Uncle saved her but was bitten by a venomous snake, almost losing his life.
Now, once again, it's because of her that Uncle is in danger.
