"Eh?"
Noticing Chen Youran's shaky, seemingly about-to-collapse condition, Shen Chongming looked up at Huang Qi and asked, "Didn't Uncle let her rest?"
Huang Qi replied with a teasing curse, "I'm not a sadist, I let her rest a long time ago."
The two of them approached Chen Youran, looking at the little girl's sweat-covered, pale little face. Shen Chongming spoke up, "Pushing yourself like this won't help."
"It would only wear your body out."
"Body tempering requires a lot of vitality. Your body was too weak before, with a poor foundation. Effort alone can't make up for it."
"I... I took an elixir..."
As Chen Youran softly spoke, the persistent breath in her chest instantly dissipated, and she swayed before plopping down on the ground.
Shen Chongming shook his head, walked over like a small adult, and stretched out his hand.
Chen Youran looked up at him, and struggled to stand up on her own.
