"Ai Li... my little Ai Li..."
Baron Farrow knelt on one knee, holding the young girl tightly in his arms, his voice choking and almost falling apart.
His eyes red and his face incredibly haggard, showing uncontrolled emotional tremors.
In contrast, it was the Baron's daughter, Miss Ai Li, who seemed bewildered, just staring blankly with her crystal-clear and innocent eyes, looking over her father's shoulder and gazing at the wall behind.
Putting oneself in her perspective is understandable.
On one hand, the young girl had just woken up from a high dose of a sleeping potion, her mind still unclear, muddled from a long period of unconsciousness, unable to grasp the current situation.
On the other hand, although to the baron, his daughter's disappearance caused him every moment to pass in torment, even though it hasn't been twenty-four hours, his own Mental Energy was greatly consumed by worry, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.
