Chu Jing knew, of course.
She knew better than anyone.
But she just had to see—
When a female beast is gravely injured, her partner's life force will instinctively resonate, a silent alarm sounding in the depths of their soul.
This wasn't some arcane theory; it was an instinct rooted in flesh and blood.
It wasn't that she didn't believe Que Meng.
It was just... too much of a coincidence.
So coincidental it was as if an unseen hand was at work in the shadows, calculating every step to perfection.
Luring them here, delivering the injury to their doorstep, paving the road with despair.
Que Meng bit down hard on her lower lip, her teeth sinking deep into the soft flesh. The coppery taste of blood slowly spread through her mouth, thick and metallic.
But she didn't feel the pain at all.
Lian You couldn't bear to watch any longer. She spoke in a small, gentle yet anxious voice, "Um... Sister Que Meng, you should stop... Your lip is split open, it's bleeding..."
