Tang Ling glared at him fiercely: "What did I just tell you?"
Lin Lan wisely shut his mouth.
Tang Ling then looked at the boy in her arms, her expression becoming complicated.
The strangeness and peculiarity of it all inevitably made one think.
This is not an ability humans should possess.
Gu Jianlin.
Who exactly are you?
Unintentionally, in his dream, Gu Jianlin seemed to have dreamt of something, struggling painfully.
He instinctively held her tighter.
The sound of a heartbeat could be heard.
As if one could hear the boy's deep-seated confusion, helplessness, and fear.
Tang Ling, being of the Sword Sect path, must have a firm will and the ability to empathize with all things.
Thus, she could feel the emotions this boy was conveying.
Like a child seeking comfort from a nightmare.
Truly stubborn.
Tang Ling stroked his hair, took out a wet wipe from her pocket, and wiped the blood off his face.
She then remembered that the boy was only seventeen, not yet an adult.
