Xiahou Huan'er had hallucinations before her eyes. She saw sweet sweet springs and many of her favorite foods. She kept swallowing saliva and opening and closing her mouth to spit out hot air.
"Huan'er, hold on." Dongfang Xing's calm and hoarse voice revealed a little anxiety.
She heard him calling her name in a daze, and she smiled happily: "The name you called me is so nice, I like it very much... I like your voice... I like the name you called me... Haha..."
Dongfang Xing's voice became even hoarse: "If you hold on, I'll keep calling your name, okay?"
The arms around his neck tightened, and she smiled weakly and agreed: "Okay... you have to keep screaming... and don't stop..."
"Huan'er, Huan'er, Huan'er..." The low and hoarse voice kept calling her name, echoing in the desert and rippling in her heart.
Xiahou Huan'er was very happy, but her body could no longer support her.
By the next night, she had fallen into a coma, and the silence on her back made the Corpse King's heart throb.
In the middle of the night, the weather became colder and colder, and he had to stop, find a place with leeward wind, and hold her tightly in his arms.
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. In the middle of the night, she had a high fever. She kept struggling and moaning: "I'm thirsty...for water..."
Dongfang Xing put his hand on her forehead. It was very hot, so hot that it hurt his heart.
A flash of pity flashed through his deep eyes. He took out the dagger from his body and made a deep cut on his arm. He put the wound on her mouth, and blood with a fishy smell poured into her mouth.
In her mouth, she swallowed unconsciously.
It wasn't until she stopped shouting that he stopped the bleeding as if nothing had happened, pulled down his sleeves, hugged her, and looked at Yue Ya'er hanging in mid-air with his cold eyes, silent.
After the temperature rose, he continued to hold her in his arms and trudged forward on the desert filled with yellow sand.
Xiahou Huan'er continued to have a low fever and was also in a daze. Occasionally she woke up for a while and then passed out again.
Every time she woke up, she would ask him if it was the end.
Every time, he answered like this: It's almost there, just hold on a little longer.
Xiahou Huan'er didn't remember how many times she woke up, nor how many times she asked.
She remembered that she had drunk all the water, but every time she passed out, she felt water flowing into her mouth, which was sticky and had a fishy smell.
She thought it was a hallucination, but it was so real that it made her tremble.
Once again, she pretended to be unconscious and then heard the sound of him drawing out his dagger.
She opened her eyes without warning, and with a hiss, the dagger cut through his arm, and the bright red blood blinded her eyes.
He didn't expect that she would suddenly open her eyes, so he was just stunned for a moment, then brought the wound close to her mouth.
Looking at the crisscross scars on his arms, hot tears kept sliding down her cheeks like broken pearls. She closed her mouth tightly and turned her head away, refusing to drink his blood anymore.
"Drink." The hoarse voice revealed an order that she could not refuse.
She stubbornly turned her face away, crying and shouting: "I won't drink."
He was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his palm to hold her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and blood flowed into her mouth.
"Well..." She struggled weakly, but she was unable to stop his self-abuse. His blood mixed with her tears and fell into her mouth. The strong smell of blood filled her mouth.
