Feng Zhi came closer and muttered, "are you dead?"
"Then I'm sorry. I'll pick up some good stuff and bury you!"
Just as Feng Zhi reached out her hand, the man opened his eyes abruptly. Their eyes met, and a memory appeared in his mind at the same time.
That pair of eyes that were as dark as the night...
"...It's you?"
"Little girl?"
Chu Yao coughed twice, and a long, blood-stained hand reached out. Feng Zhi jumped out two steps and patted her nightgown.
"At least I saved your life. Do you have anything good? Pay up first, then treat your illness!"
She put on a show of settling accounts, and Chu Yao found it interesting. He chuckled and frowned as he covered his chest.
"We have to settle the score between the two of us, right?"
"That day, your bloodline went berserk and you lost your mind. I took it very seriously and calmed your bloodline. Shouldn't you repay me?"