With trembling hands, Bi Xia tightly held the fiery red spiritual entity, watching as it gradually transformed into a physical form. Her lips slightly parted, and her starry eyes looked downward.
Feng Zhihuai, having returned unnoticed, stood below holding the unconscious Chu Wu. His sword-like eyes flickered slightly. Observing Bi Xia's gaze, he slightly narrowed his eyes, gently kissed Chu Wu's forehead, then mouthed towards Bi Xia.
Five.
In that instant, Bi Xia felt as though her body was being torn apart. She tightly clung to the form that was starting to fade in and out, her starry eyes deeply staring into those calm peach blossom eyes, "You, you idiot!"
With effort, Wu gently raised a hand to caress Bi Xia, pulling up a faint smile, "It's the first time I've used my own form to touch my good friend. I should feel... happy now."
