Xiao Bai proudly raised his chin, "Of course!"
Ye Anxin smiled gently, moving her gaze from him to Mo Xuehong, who was locked in the cell.
Like Su Yuexin, Mo Xuehong was curled up in a corner, holding a pillow, speaking to it with her head lowered.
Upon seeing this, Ye Anxin's heart tightened, and she grabbed the iron door of the cell, tentatively shouting, "Mo Xuehong!"
Mo Xuehong did not respond; she continued to hold the pillow, gently stroking it, whispering endlessly.
"Mo Xuehong... Mo Xuehong...!" Ye Anxin called out several times, with each call her voice becoming unintentionally louder.
