She was at her wit's end, unable to think of any other solution.
Tang Mo could only feign composure and use the last of her Power of Sensitivity to continue her repairs. The longer she worked, the more time it took, as if she were performing some kind of delicate, intricate task.
'She knew this last bit of energy would eventually run out. When it did, it would be her time to truly say goodbye to this world.'
While Tang Mo was preoccupied with her 'delicate carving,' she naturally couldn't spare any attention for what was happening outside the tent.
Just then, Jingjing slipped into the tent at some point. It seemed to sense its master's consciousness returning and quietly curled up against Tang Mo's neck.
Ever since Tang Mo's accident, Jingjing had been standing guard without eating or drinking for days, looking utterly listless.
Seeing Jingjing enter so quietly, Qin Ling didn't say anything. He just glanced at it before his gaze returned to Momo.
