Hearing this, everyone obediently nodded, turned their faces away, and stopped intending to concern themselves with Yang Chen.
Seeing this, Yang Chen's brows furrowed slightly. Could the tiny sliver of hope he had just kindled be snuffed out just like that?
Yet just as he was sinking into despair, the young girl beside the black-haired old man suddenly gave Yang Chen a deep look.
Then, her red lips parted as she waved her fair hand. "Wait."
"Miss, what is this..." The black-haired old man looked astonished, unable to understand what the young girl meant.
The other servants were equally puzzled. Their young miss had always been eccentric and mischievous. Whatever others did, she refused to do; whatever others refused to do, she insisted on doing. She was forever singing a different tune from everyone else.
It made the black-haired old man want to cry without tears, for he had no idea what his young miss intended to argue with him about this time.
The young girl fixed her beautiful eyes on Yang Chen, pursed her little lips, and gave him a careful once-over. Only then did she say, "This person is not beyond saving."
"Miss, you..." The black-haired old man was utterly stunned.
The young girl leaped down, actually arriving at Yang Chen's side.
At the sight, Yang Chen inwardly let out a breath of relief, though his expression also grew serious. He did not know why these people, who had originally planned to leave, had suddenly come back down.
The young girl lowered her head to look at Yang Chen, her red lips parting. "Young Master, your injuries are indeed severe. If we leave you alone, I fear that by yourself, you would find it difficult to recover in this desert no matter how long you stayed here."
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