Lin Shuang had completely lost her mind. She could not tell who the people around her were, and all she could do was hold Xiao Ye in her arms.
"Sister Lin Shuang, it's me. Can you let me take a look first? What if Xiao Ye can still be saved?"
"No, no..."
Lin Shuang's hair was messy, like a crazy woman's.
She shook her head, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Song Yaoyao gently held Xiao Ye's hand and touched it.
There was no pulse.
But somehow, Song Yaoyao felt that it should not be like this. Xiao Ye should not die. He would not die!
"Yi Ting, take Lin Shuang away!" Huo Yunque ordered in a deep voice, his eyes cold.
Yi Ting closed his eyes, suddenly reached out, and hit the back of Lin Shuang's neck.
Song Yaoyao quickly snatched Xiao Ye away from Lin Shuang's arms, turned around and ran.
"Find me a quiet room and get Huo Si to bring my silver needles."
