As soon as Little Lin saw, the innocent fellow was about to follow Qu Tan'er, but Qin Ling swiftly grabbed the collar and pulled the little guy back, "Obediently, you want to go find death?"
"Huh?" The little guy looked puzzled.
Qin Ling said, "Come, let's sit in my courtyard."
Zhan Bei Lie followed with a smile.
The three of them chatted and laughed, and when Qin Ling heard Little Lin mention Zhan Bei Lie's serious injury, he immediately checked his pulse, which surprised him. Then, a solemn look appeared in his eyes.
"Don't spend too much effort on me; I've sort of accepted becoming a cripple." Zhan Bei Lie said calmly. It sounded light-hearted, but Qin Ling, who had been with him, could still see the loss and pain he felt. Encountering such a situation, nobody would be in a good mood; not giving up was already quite remarkable.
Qin Ling frowned, "Wait for the Master to see and then decide."
