Jian placed a hand on his friend's shoulder as they stood outside the healer's room, both of them staring through the glass at Dican's unconscious body.
"He needs your help."
Nansich slowly raised a brow. "What can I do?"
Jian glanced at Xing Yu for a moment before looking back at him. "He needs his mate's presence."
His expression immediately changed. "Uh... nah. That ain't happening."
He shook his head so quickly that his hair moved with it.
"Jian, why do you keep asking me this? I'm not his mate. He is not my type, and we definitely won't work out."
He pointed toward the healing chamber where Dican was still floating in the blue-golden liquid.
"Besides, doesn't he already have Bian as his mate?"
"Yes! I can help him!" Bian immediately stepped forward, grabbing onto the chance. "I can stay with him. I can calm him down. I'm his mate, so let me go inside!"
Jian sighed. "He already tried."
Bian's face stiffened.
