The exclamation of Little Ya was heard from the doorway.
The commotion in Lin Xue's room was so loud that Little Ya, who lived next door, naturally couldn't miss it.
Little Ya hurried over to check, and as soon as she entered, she saw the floor covered in blood.
Lin Xue was lying weakly in a pool of blood, curled up into a ball, her face pale. In front of her, half of her soul body floated, equally listless. Especially the scarred sight on the soul body's chest made Little Ya's heart leap.
Little Ya covered her mouth in shock and hurried to Lin Xue's side, frantically helping her up, "Sister Xue, have you gone mad? Why would you hurt yourself?"
By now, Lin Xue's face was ashen, drenched in sweat, without a trace of strength.
But seeing the soul floating before her, she smiled: it hasn't disappeared!
She had gambled correctly; the permanent damage engraved directly onto her soul hadn't been taken away.
