My Dao companion's beloved invited me to join a sect mission. We ran into a demonic beast rampage, and both of us were gravely wounded.
As the sect's senior disciple, my Dao companion was the first to arrive and begin treating our injuries.
Because of my unusual constitution, I was tougher and more resilient than most people.
So my Dao companion took my life-saving trump card without a second thought and told me to stop my own bleeding. He was going to save his beloved first.
I clutched his trouser leg and begged desperately, but he remained expressionless.
“Yaoyao isn't like you. To you, this is just a useless medicinal herb, but Yaoyao needs it to stay alive!”
He kicked me aside, then swept away with his beloved in his arms.
But it seemed he'd forgotten that my constitution was no longer any use.
