Betrayal

"Perhaps, I can save you."

Fang Xiu's words made the gaze of the white-clad woman increasingly radiant.

To cling to life is an instinct, for who would willingly embrace death when there's a chance to live?

In a desperate bid for survival, Qian Zhongying and Zhou Yusheng, resorting to desperate measures, were determined to endure.

"You...you..."

The white-clad woman, her vermilion lips slightly parted, struggled to find words.

Perhaps it was the essence within her that was on the brink of depletion.

That place, both distant and seemingly within reach, held an unusual aroma sensed immediately by the white-clad woman, even though others remained oblivious to Fang Xiu's reference.

Fang Xiu must be from that place, yet why did his strength falter, and how did he find himself here?

"Say no more; your body no longer permits it. Let me save you first."

Fang Xiu disliked being indebted to anyone, as he always felt he owed this woman his life.