In the main room, Liao Zhong was half-sitting, half-leaning in the corner of the kang, resting cautiously with his back fully hidden at the base of the wall.
He was too tired.
From the spring hunt to now, he was severely injured, sleepless and anxious, not daring to close his eyes for a moment.
And at this moment, even while sleeping, he was tightly gripping Ping Er's wrist, while Ping Er, after eating the sorghum candy from his sleeves, had fallen into a deep, quiet sleep without crying or fussing.
Outside the main room, the woman's tears flowed uncontrollably, yet she dared not make a sound.
She held the man's arm, displaying a pleading look, mouthing silently, "Save Ping Er."
The man slowly shook his head.
Liao Zhong was an Executive Officer of the Seeking Dao Realm, even severely injured, how could they handle him? Not to mention, Ping Er was right by Liao Zhong's side; even a slight misstep would be fatal for Ping Er.
