Xiang Ying stared blankly at the Blood Jade Round Pendant.
A deep red of extreme purity, without a single impurity.
It was carved with 'Qilin Chasing the Sun', obviously no ordinary item.
Such a valuable object, of such significant meaning, Xiang Ying shook her head without a second thought.
"I don't want it, you keep it yourself."
"Take it."
Jie Chen, however, didn't waste words, his large palm grasped Xiang Ying's wrist directly, placing the Blood Jade into her palm.
He did not let go; instead, his well-defined palm tightly clasped Xiang Ying's fingertips.
The burning temperature from the fever felt like a fiery embrace, gently enveloping her.
Xiang Ying's eyebrows slightly raised, her tone calmed down, carrying a hint of displeasure.
"Jie Chen, are you entrusting me with your legacy? Don't you believe I can cure you?"
Jie Chen was taken aback, then laughed, coughing violently twice.
