Ye Lingling's mind conjured the figure she had glimpsed outside the estate over the past few days—pitiful and stubborn, curled up in the rain.
A bitter ache stirred in her heart. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke softly.
"Little Ling..."
"She... has been kneeling in a corner not far from the estate gates..."
"For several days now."
"She hasn't eaten or drunk anything..."
"The rain's been so heavy... and she's just stayed out in it."
"She was already so badly injured..."
Ye Lingling's voice grew quieter as she spoke, a slight catch in her throat.
"She's such a little girl... How could those people be so cruel as to torment her like that...?"
Su Ling shuddered as if struck by lightning!
The last trace of color vanished from his face.
He threw off the thin quilt and struggled to get out of bed, desperate to rush outside!
"Have you lost your mind?"
Ye Wanqing was shocked and furious. She pressed down hard on his frail body!
"Your wounds haven't healed! Are you willing to throw your life away for a Soul Beast?!"
But Su Ling seemed not to hear her at all.
A sudden surge of strength came from nowhere, wrenching him free of her grip. He staggered toward the door—
But he had overestimated his body.
After only two steps, a tearing pain ripped through his chest!
His vision went black—
His legs buckled, and he pitched uncontrollably toward the cold floor!
"Ling'er!"
Ye Wanqing was terrified. She and Ye Lingling hurriedly caught his limp body.
Su Ling crashed heavily to the floor.
The pristine bandages across his chest were quickly soaked through with crimson.
Yet he seemed not to feel the pain. He lifted his head sharply and struggled to rise again, his eyes filled with a resolve