"The sphere... is not completely shattered, it... it can still survive."
The little girl trembled, her voice weak and fragile.
Rong Sheng let out a sigh of relief. She and Ah Hong helped Chu Yifeng up. Originally, Ah Hong intended to carry Chu Yifeng to bed, but Rong Sheng insisted on doing it herself.
She hoisted Chu Yifeng onto her back. His towering figure seemed as though it could crush her at any moment.
Watching her struggle to carry Chu Yifeng to the bed, Ah Hong stood frozen.
Scenes of Chu Yifeng's earlier remarks replayed in his mind.
Chu Yifeng used to love tormenting Rong Sheng. The more uncomfortable he made Rong Sheng, the happier he felt. And in his joy, he would hum and reminisce, "When I was young, my senior sister always carried me back!
She was so tiny, yet she always insisted on showing off. Every time, I deliberately pressed myself against her, sometimes even jumping onto her back!
But thankfully, she never once dropped me."
