Tong Ran's shoulders trembled, "Rescue... isn't possible?"
"It's probably not possible anymore. They're still making a final effort, but I've seen many cases like this. Burned this badly, even if saved, they'd be a wreck. Don't hold out too much hope."
Luo Xiao kept his lips pressed together, his face heavy, as he reached out to take the form and signed his name.
Tong Ran held her forehead with her hand, a wave of dizziness washing over her, and she nearly collapsed.
Luo Xiao supported her, but Tong Ran pushed him away. She walked to the side, sat down, bent over, and buried her head in her knees.
Luo Xiao watched her movements, a sharp pain in his eyes. He gulped, lifted his head, and met Mo Nanjue's gaze.
The man's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. Mo Nanjue raised his chin a bit, a thin smile on his lips, and he saw right into Luo Xiao's eyes.
Luo Xiao avoided his gaze, lowered his voice, "How dare you stand here?"
