At this moment, looking at his back—not very broad, yet it exuded an unexpected sense of security—she noticed it also seemed somewhat lonely and desolate.
She took a deep breath and found herself saying something, not even knowing why she would say it:
"If... the Supreme Yang Fire Poison hasn't yet been neutralized."
"I can... we can try."
"..."
Su Bei turned around, looking at Nan Ji in shock.
He saw her eyelashes tremble. Although she was still wearing that ragged white shirt, there was something new in her eyes.
"You don't have to do this for my sake..."
Su Bei took out a white shirt of his own from the storage ring and gently draped it over her shoulders.
However, to his surprise, he didn't get the emotional embrace and cries of 'My love!' he'd expected from her. Instead, Ji Nanjue gave him an enigmatic half-smile:
"Is that so? Then I won't force myself..."
"..."
