"Xiaoyue..." Hearing Liu Tong's words, the crowd felt their heartstrings tighten sharply, their gazes shooting like arrows toward where Xiaoyue lay.
Xiaoyue lay flat on its back, paralyzed on the ground, its tiny body like a withered leaf battered in a violent gale, convulsing wildly. White foam kept spilling from the corners of its mouth; it had already fainted. It trembled slightly, as if trapped in a terrifying nightmare, struggling in a dark vortex, its life hanging by a thread in an extremely critical situation.
"Xiaoyue!" The Young Maiden was struck with horror, her heart burning with anxiety. Her figure flashed like lightning to Xiaoyue's side, and she scooped it up into a tight embrace, as if clutching the last hope of her life, holding it like a rare and precious treasure. She gently rocked Xiaoyue, the worry in her eyes surging like a raging sea, washing over her and almost drowning her. Her lips trembled, and her cries calling out to Xiaoyue carried a tearful sob, echoing in the air, filled with anxiety, helplessness, and fear, like a sorrowful dirge.
Chapter 69