"Miss Tianshuang is dying!"
The maid's terrified shout sent everyone's hearts plummeting to rock bottom.
Little Feng, ignoring his own injuries, jumped down from Hong Yu's arms. He stared nervously at the approaching maid. "What did you say happened to my aunt?"
"Y-Young Master, Miss Tianshuang... she's been coughing up black blood ever since just now. I-I don't think she's going to make it..."
Hearing this, Little Feng stumbled back, his young face deathly pale.
His eyes glistened. "Impossible. My aunt is supposed to live a long life! How could she... No, it's impossible..."
He hadn't shed a single tear even when Wang Fei had nearly choked him to death, but upon hearing that Beichen Celestial Frost's life was in danger, hot tears welled up in the young, resolute boy's eyes.
He stood there, lost and helpless.
Like a child lost at a crossroads, utterly bewildered.
