A beam of holy light fell on the teenager's forehead, dazzlingly bright.
Everyone fell silent, feeling awkward to the point of tingling scalps.
Only Da He Wang roared angrily: "Even though we've just met, don't underestimate the power of our friendship, you bastard!"
Boom! Countless explosions erupted, completely collapsing the passage.
A moment passed.
Gu Jianlin felt the gentle holy light emanating from his forehead, alleviating his intense headache to a significant degree. And of course, there was the soft sensation on his cheek, equally sublime, pulling him from the abyss of despair.
"Are you okay?"
What met his eyes was the worried gaze of a young girl.
Su Youzhu gently caressed his hair. Six months ago, on that rainy night, she had been the first to arrive at his side. Seeing him covered in blood almost broke her heart. She knew all too well the deep shadow this incident had cast on him.
"I'm fine."
