But Su Qinglan wasn't looking at him. She was staring at Xuan Long. Her eyes were filled with fear.
"Xuan Long… save Han Jue," she said, her voice shaking.
Xuan Long's expression instantly darkened.
"No," he said coldly. "You're in pain. I'm staying here."
"For me, nothing matters more than you."
His words were calm, but there was an unshakable firmness in them. Su Qinglan's heart trembled.
But the burning on her arm grew stronger, almost like something inside the totem was calling out. She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes.
"Xuan Long… please," she whispered. "Han Jue… it's his totem. If something happens to him… this mark wouldn't react like this."
Her voice broke.
"If he dies… I don't know what will happen to me either."
Xuan Long's pupils shrank slightly. But he still didn't move.
"I don't care about him," he said. "Even if the world collapses, I only care about you."
Su Qinglan's tears finally spilled over.
"But I care," she said softly.
