708: Heartache

Heartache

My little uncle sighed with pity and guilt. "Tong Mo told me his plan. He said that he wouldn't use Nanxing's blood to continue his life no matter what. Destiny is fated. He has experienced a lot in his lifetime. He has no regret. If he caused pain to Nanxing, he wouldn't have the face to face his father after he died. I... agreed with him, but also felt sorry for him..."2

"Why should you?!" I huffed angrily. "If you really feel sorry for him, you should have told me what happened. At least let me decide if I should help my cousin. What right do you two have to decide for me?" I yelled at my uncle.

My uncle was obviously in the wrong, so he didn't say anything.

Jing Tian pulled me back and said gently, "Don't be unreasonable. Your little uncle is in a hard spot. Both of you are his family. What else do you want him to do?"

My little uncle's eyes reddened.

I went up to hug him and sobbed, "It's so hard for us to find him. How can we just watch him die? I can save him. Even if I only have a drop of blood left, I'll save him too. At most, we'll die together. What's the big deal?!"

My little uncle patted my back. "Nanxing..."

He couldn't say anything else.

I sat in front of Cousin Mo's bed and looked at him.

His facial outline was very similar to my little uncle's. They were very similar. The Tong family's genes were very strong. Even I looked like my mother. I didn't really look like a member of the Nan family.

Because he was asleep, his overly pale skin made his entire person much gentler. He wasn't as tough and unfeeling as my little uncle.

If the Tong family was still around, then it should be a prosperous family.

My first uncle was in charge of the underworld business, while my second uncle was in the traditional business. My parents wandered between the two worlds. The family would have uncountable wealth. How happy all of us would be?

However, the Phoenix blood had changed everything.

Was the Phoenix Blood a sin? If that was the case, then I was a sinner of the Tong family.

However, my little uncle and Cousin Mo had never blamed me. Instead, they felt heartache for me.

If it was the old Nanxing, she would be caught in guilt. But the current Nanxing hoped to face all of this with a positive attitude. If I encountered a problem, I would solve it. Other than life and death, everything else was a small matter.

Cousin Mo's eyelashes trembled.

He slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to be at a loss, but he slowly closed them again.

I won't disturb him.

He looked at the ceiling and sighed softly. He wanted to get up, but only then did he realize that I was silently beside his bed.

He was obviously shocked. "Nanxing? Why are you here?"

I crossed my arms and sat on the chair. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. "I'm here to check on you!"

Cousin Mo slowed down. It was obvious that he was trying his best to wake himself up.

He didn't understand what was going on. First, he avoided the topic. He sat up and stretched his limbs, looking for his wheelchair.

I stood by the bed haughtily and looked at him. "Why won't you let me help you?!"

I asked him directly.

He was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that he didn't understand what I meant.

"Don't pretend that you don't understand! I know everything. You know that I can save you, but you didn't allow Ye Qian to tell me about the situation. Do you want me to die from guilt for failing to save you? How can you do that to me?" I glared at him.

Cousin Mo was in a daze for a moment before blurting out, "Ye Qian... What did she say to you?" This person was simply unreasonable. I only glared at him and ignored him.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. She's just desperate. She believed whatever folk prescription she heard. I'm fine." He even smiled at me.

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