"What's wrong?" Feng Ling walked out of the break room and looked up at him.
Li Nanheng looked down at her, raising a hand to gently ruffle her soft hair. He seemed exhausted too, a fatigue that was not physical but mental.
Stroking her hair and seeing the faint glimmer of hope still in her eyes, he said in a low voice, "Their condition isn't good. You need to be mentally prepared."
Feng Ling knew they had inhaled too much smoke. They had been in the blazing forest for so long. When she was carrying Mrs. Feng on her back, she couldn't feel her breathing. She was indeed mentally prepared, but she had also grown accustomed to trusting Li Nanheng. He had told her not to worry and to leave everything to him.
But Li Nanheng was no deity; he couldn't bring the dying back to life.
That tiny spark of hope was ultimately extinguished.
Feng Ling didn't speak, just pressed her lips together tightly as she looked at him.
Li Nanheng couldn't bear her s...
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