"Are you all right?" Uchiha Madara asked. Though his voice was calm, he was not as cold when speaking to this girl. Beneath that icy tone was a faint trace of gentleness.
The girl before him was called Bai Ling'er. In an instant, Bai Ling'er felt overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. She looked nervously at the handsome young man before her, not knowing what to say for a moment.
When she had been surrounded and attacked by Su Yang and the others, she had thought her life was over.
She had even prepared to fight to the death. Yet the young man who had appeared before her had scattered Su Yang and his group with nothing more than a glance.
Within his cold words, Bai Ling'er could clearly sense a trace of tenderness. She could hardly imagine that such a powerful expert would speak to her with even the slightest gentleness, leaving her both flattered and overwhelmed.
Bai Ling'er wiped the tears from her eyes and looked nervously at Uchiha Madara. "I'm fine. Really... thank you so much."
Uchiha Madara shook his head faintly and simply said, "No need to thank me."
Yet that casual moment stirred strange emotions in Bai Ling'er's heart. Such feelings often arose in the hearts of young girls—admiration for the strong, mixed with a special kind of affection.
At once, Bai Ling'er's cheeks flushed crimson, and a rosy hue appeared on her delicate face. The blush made her already dainty appearance seem even cuter and more alluring.
Bai Ling'er's charming look made all the men around them stare wide-eyed. Even Uchiha Madara was briefly distracted; the beautiful girl before him had piqued his interest.
Uchiha Madara extended his slender fingers and gently placed them on Bai Ling'er's arm, carefully helping her to her feet.
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