On the other side of the forest, Jing Changle anxiously held Luo Yirui, whispering, "Hey, Luo Yirui, wake up!"
Luo Yirui had stopped convulsing but still kept his eyes tightly shut, clenching his teeth, his face pale and forehead sweaty, making people fearful at the sight.
Originally, Jing Changle was already quite scared in this dark forest, and seeing Luo Yirui in this state only made him more nervous.
Jing Changle sat on the ground, starting to wipe his tears. It was impressive enough for a child under six to have gone through so many terrifying experiences without breaking down, but now, feeling utterly helpless and lost, he could no longer control his emotions.
Luo Yirui's head was pounding as if pierced by needles. He couldn't wake up from his foggy consciousness, but the intermittent crying next to his ear involuntarily brought his thoughts back.
