"No, don't say that!"
Qiao Xixi covered his mouth. She couldn't bear to hear such bleak words right now.
"It's just a minor wound, nothing that can't be treated!"
His molten-gold eyes were locked on her.
As if trying to commit her face to memory forever.
"Xixi, Xixi..."
The hand on his face suddenly fell away.
Qiao Xixi's pupils widened.
"Jin Ling, Jin Ling!"
Jin Ling's eyes were shut tight. He had stopped breathing.
A dull ache in Qiao Xixi's heart spread through her entire body.
'Sprite! Sprite, get out here! I need medicine on credit! Give me something to save Jin Ling!'
Sprite's voice sounded dejected.
'I'm sorry, Host. I don't have that authority.'
'I'll take him back to the tribe and find Qiaoqiao. She can definitely save Jin Ling.'
Qiao Xixi tried to lift Jin Ling onto her back, but she simply wasn't strong enough to support his large frame.
'Host! Host, calm down! I'm looking, there has to be another way!'
