"What's wrong?" Feng Ling walked out of the lounge and looked up at him.
Li Nanheng lowered his eyes to look at her. He gently rubbed her soft hair. He seemed to be very tired. This exhaustion was not from his body but from his heart.
He touched her hair and saw the glimmer of hope in her eyes. He said in a low voice, "They are not in good condition. You have to be mentally prepared."
Feng Ling knew that they had breathed in too much smoke and had been in the fire for so long. When she was carrying Mrs. Feng on her back, she couldn't feel her breath. She was mentally prepared, but she trusted Li Nanheng out of habit. He told her not to worry and to leave everything to him.
However, Li Nanheng was not an immortal. He could make a dying person come back to life.
That little bit of hope was shattered in the end.
Feng Ling didn't speak but just looked at him with pursed lips.
