Song Xian could still hear Xie Liangchen's voice at first, but then it gradually became blurry.
"Song Xian, Song Xian."
Song Xian wanted to hold Xie Liangchen's hand tight and give her some comfort, but he couldn't muster any strength until he completely fell into darkness.
Xie Liangchen lifted the robe on Song Xian and looked at the wound on his abdomen. The wound was long, still oozing blood. The edges had turned outward because it had been soaked in water, looking quite terrifying.
Xie Liangchen tore off her clothes and pressed them against the wound. It must be very painful to touch the wound like this, but Song Xian still lay there without any reaction.
Xie Liangchen had also swallowed some water, and with all her busyness, her breathing was heavy and rapid. In comparison, Song Xian seemed silent.
