Ai Le was also straightforward with her words. Ling Ye stiffened his neck, his eyes flickering, and a sense of pain floated in his peach-like eyes.
"You, just bear with it." Ling Ye blinked at Ai Le with his peach-like eyes, and taking advantage of the girl's distraction, he swiftly grabbed her arm and skillfully snapped it back into place.
"Damn!" Ai Le didn't cry out in pain, but cursed instead. After a muffled grunt, she didn't make another sound.
Strong as she was, she hadn't shed a tear or uttered a word of pain despite the numerous wounds she had endured from beginning to end.
Yet this tough tomboy, because of that little girl, had reddened eyes.
Ling Ye examined her wounds up and down, intending to bandage her, but Ai Le wouldn't allow it.
All that filled her thoughts was the girl who had been taken away, the sinister and twisted look in Han Luoxi's eyes before she left still echoed in her mind.
Her voice carried a slight quiver.
Facing Ling Ye, she softened a bit.
