"Yingying, I asked you to persuade him, not to undermine me." Qin Xue looked at Nangong Beiying in disbelief.
Already worried, she asked Yingying to explain, and instead, she blocked the path further, making Chu Molin even more anxious.
"I know what you mean, it's just that your blood is rarer than panda blood. There are some people with panda blood in the mortal world, but you are the only one with your blood type. It's not just your man who's uneasy, even I am." Of course, Nangong Beiying understood Qin Xue's intentions.
But reality is harsh; to save others, she must hurt herself to do it. Sometimes, Nangong Beiying wished she weren't so kind-hearted, even if she were just a little more ruthless.
"Yingying, Chu Molin, I assure you I'm really okay. Trust me, will you? How about this, you watch me draw blood; really, just one bowl is enough. Qing Teng's case is special, so it needs a bit more.
