Yang Qinglan used a dagger to tear strips from her own shirt to bandage Li Changzhou. She had taught herself first aid during class time.
Li Qianxia held back her tears as she watched Li Changzhou sweat from the pain, her heart aching for him.
"Brother, let your spear draw some of my blood."
"This wound is nothing, the pain is just right," Li Changzhou pushed away the Blood-colored Steel Spear she handed him.
"No pain, no toughness," he tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a slightly fierce smile.
Li Qianxia said no more and reached out to wipe his sweat.
"Alright, watch out for your left hand next. If it really breaks off, I'm not sure if C-level 'Healing' would be of any use."
"Thanks."
Yang Qinglan remained silent.
"Next up, it's time for revenge," Li Changzhou's eyes turned cold.
Li Qianxia gripped the steel spear firmly, "Brother, what should we do?"