"Yes," Yun Xiao said.
Xia Dabao suddenly plopped down in the boat, "So, what you're saying is that even if I die one day, it's a sacrifice for your Southern Zhao Country."
"But do you want to die?" Yun Xiao asked?
Of course, she didn't.
Yun Xiao looked at Xia Dabao: "I don't need you to play the saint, this is Southern Zhao Country's affair. No matter how many die, it's none of your concern."
"So that's why you did everything possible to stop me from coming out, from donating blood again, right?" Xia Dabao suddenly felt very moved.
"You clearly have nothing to do with this place, you could've just lived your simple life peacefully. Of course, at first, I didn't think this way, but later... after spending more time with you, I just..." Yun Xiao found himself at a loss for words.
"But how do you know that I am bound to die?" Xia Dabao asked.
"I can't be sure with the Witch King, but if you stay with the Chi Xia Tribe, you're certain to die," Yun Xiao clutched his chest.
