The bloody scars were unbearable to look at.
Yun Wanchen turned his gaze away and hesitated before gently placing his hand on her forehead. A scorching heat instantly transmitted to his palm.
Indeed, a high fever.
Her condition was worse than he imagined.
Yun Wanchen pursed his lips, lifted the blanket below her waist, and reached out to hold her.
The young girl was startled awake, her hazy eyes staring blankly at him. After a moment, she softly asked, "Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, she woke up; Yun Wanchen was slightly taken aback. Before he could react, the young girl closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her lips were covered with a faint blood scab.
Clearly, bitten and broken while being hit.
Yun Wanchen diverted his gaze and stepped towards the outside, carrying the little girl out. Cang Yan's eyes widened in shock, his jaw nearly falling off.
