"You're bleeding and you're still saying you're fine!"
Xiao Wu was both anxious and angry. She hurriedly helped Ning Rongrong beneath the shade of a tree and carefully examined her wounds.
"You're just too stubborn. You clearly haven't fully recovered yet, but you insisted on forcing yourself to help us carry those stones."
Zhu Qing crouched down and rummaged through her Soul Tool for healing medicine, obvious worry in her eyes.
Seeing their concerned expressions, Ning Rongrong felt warm inside. The exhaustion and pain she had felt moments ago seemed to lessen considerably.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground, but it could not dispel the exhaustion and tension in the air.
Just then, Su Yu's figure appeared silently beside them.
He reached out and steadily supported Ning Rongrong's other arm, his tone calm:
"Xiao Wu, you and Zhu Qing have been training all day too. Hurry back and rest! I'll take care of Rongrong!"
Xiao Wu looked at Su Yu, then at Ning Rongrong's pale little face, and nodded:
"Oh! All right, then! We'll head back first!"
Knowing that Su Yu would take meticulous care of Rongrong, she did not stay any longer. Together with Zhu Qing, she dragged her heavy footsteps toward the dormitory.
"Mm!"
Su Yu answered, and when his gaze fell on Ning Rongrong, it instantly softened.
He carefully picked Ning Rongrong up in his arms, turned, and strode away. The two of them soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
Inside the dormitory—
Su Yu placed Ning Rongrong on the bed and took healing medicine from his Soul Tool.
"Older Brother! I'm so tired!"
Ning Rongrong leaned against the bedframe, her eyelids so heavy they were almost closing.
She wanted to raise her arms and hug Su Yu, but both