Just from the smell of blood and medicine in the tent, her chest felt sore and stifled. She stepped closer, one step at a time.
The first sight she saw was Chu Heng's pale face.
She tremblingly reached out, intending to check his pulse to confirm her father's condition. Suddenly, a hand struck out, grabbing her wrist tightly.
"Mother, it's me, Ziluo." Chu Ziluo groaned in pain and quickly revealed her identity, disregarding everything else.
The hand gripping her wrist slowly relaxed.
Ye Muyu's lips were pale as she slightly lifted her gaze, her voice somewhat weak: "He won't be in danger, and I won't let Ah Heng be in danger."
"Yes, Father will be alright. Mother, you must take care of yourself, or Father will be upset when he wakes up."
"I'll go out first."
Without waiting for Ye Muyu's response, Chu Ziluo left with a worried expression, knowing that anything she said would be useless unless her father woke up; her mother would never recuperate otherwise.
