"Leng Yebai, you'd better wake up now!"
Zhang Yiming coldly stared at the hand gripping his own, his gaze even colder than the eternal ice.
Fan Tangtang obediently knelt on the ground, unable to stand up.
The almost tangible pressure nearly made him cry out for his mom.
Even though he wouldn't cry.
Besides, his mom couldn't help him.
"...Xiao Niu, don't leave."
Leng Yebai's eyes moved slightly, barely managing to open a slit, struggling to see who was there.
He only saw Zhang Yiming's icy expression.
Leng Yebai grabbed his hand, feeling the cold, lifeless touch of what he was holding.
His eyes widened in shock, quickly withdrawing his hand.
"How is Xiao Niu?"
Upon seeing Leng Yebai open his eyes, Zhang Yiming's first question was about Bai Xiqin.
The malice surrounding him transformed into daggers, threatening to slice Leng Yebai's throat.
"They're all okay."
Leng Yebai struggled to move his hand slightly on the ground, feeling a fierce pain in his shoulder.
