But they couldn't speak of it. The moment they did, their composure would truly shatter.
"But…"
Que Meng bit her lip, leaving her sentence unfinished.
'Ming Luo's injuries haven't fully healed, and in this weather…'
She didn't dare to think any further.
'A night in the torrential rain, his wounds festering, a bone-deep chill… or even…'
'Would he bleed to death?'
Chu Jing knew what she was afraid of, but right now, all they could do was wait.
Wait for the rain to stop, wait for news, wait for fate to give them an answer.
「Suddenly—」
A faint cry for help came from outside. "Help… help me…"
The voice was intermittent and tearful, as fragile as a candle in the wind.
Que Meng instantly exploded. "That's Qi Cha! I recognize that voice!"
She rushed to the cave entrance, her hands gripping the stone ledge so tightly her nails nearly broke.
