Su Yu looked at Flender and asked in a trembling voice:
"Dean, Rongrong...!"
Flender stepped forward and patted Su Yu on the shoulder, speaking heavily:
"Student Ning Rongrong has lost her voice. She's inside. Ning Sect Master and Zhu Qing are with her. Go in quickly!"
Su Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression changed as he staggered back half a step.
"Lost her voice? How could... how could this happen?"
Flender looked at him, sighed, and patted his shoulder.
"That child suffered too much of a shock. Go in quickly! Maybe seeing you will help her recover a little."
Su Yu nodded, his fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white. He took a deep breath, and even the hand pushing open the dormitory door trembled.
The room was quiet, with only Ning Fengzhi's soft, gentle voice offering comfort.
Ning Rongrong sat with her back to the door, curled up in the corner of the bed, her shoulders trembling faintly.
At the sound of the door opening, all three of them turned around.
The instant Ning Rongrong saw Su Yu, it was as though she had been struck by a freezing spell. Every movement stopped.
Her lips parted, and broken "whimpering" sounds escaped from her throat.
She tried desperately to rise from the bed, but after several attempts, she simply could not climb up.
"Rongrong..."
Su Yu's voice caught as he hurried over and crouched beside the bed.
Seeing her pale face and chapped lips, his heart ached as if it had been carved apart by a knife.
"I'm sorry. I came back too late and let you suffer."
He wanted to touch her, yet feared hurting her. His hand lingered in midair for a long time before he gently took hold of her icy fingertips.
Ning Rongrong gripped his