Seeing her trembling like she had been frightened, Bai Lin felt his heart ache and an angry beast was barely restrained within him.
In his impression, this little girl had always been strong and her mentality was different from those of ordinary people.
When had he ever seen her so disheveled, weak and distressed? Her forehead was in a bloody mess, her face red and hot, and her lips were dry and pale.
What did she go through tonight?
Although Bai Lin did not go close to her, he could already feel how hot her breath was! Bai Lin eyes showed his heartache, and he pressed his hand gently on her slender shoulders. "Xiaoxi, it's me."
She did not wake up, but heard his voice. "Brother Bai Lin…" Her tensed body relaxed slightly.
Bai Lin hummed with red eyes. His eyes would not turn red even if a bullet went through his body, but now looking at this fragile little girl, he felt a lump in his throat.
