He glanced toward the direction of the restroom where Rong Yan was located, then looked at the weakened person in front of him, and finally succumbed to his concerns, "Wait for me a second."
He tapped his feet and ran off...
Jiang Chenyue watched the small silhouette gradually fade into the distance, anxiety rising as she stood up and reached out her hand, "Little child!"
She stood up too abruptly, causing her brain to lack blood and oxygen. Jiang Chenyue felt dizzy, couldn't steady herself, and collapsed back onto the chair.
"Ugh." She supported her forehead with one hand, her eyebrows tightly knitted, her expression agonized.
It felt as if she had lost something precious inside her, a piece missing, tugging at her heart even more painfully than her physical discomfort.
That child, she hadn't even had time to ask his name, where he lived—how would she find him now?
