As the youth just opened his eyes, Ning Xiaoxian was placing a warm towel on his forehead. This little fellow was about the same age as Dahu from Shallow Water Village, which made her take one look at him and feel compassion. No sooner had she let go than the youth's eyes moved, and with a swiftness he shouldn't have possessed, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, hoarsely saying: "Save my father!"
His palm was both icy and cold. This action was like a drowning person grabbing at a log, Ning Xiaoxian was taken aback and unexpectedly failed to dodge.
She saved a person and then trouble followed...
Such a familiar scenario. Changtian let out a heavy humph.
Indeed, how could such a young boy venture out alone? He must have stayed by the side of his family. It was only natural that the first thing he mentioned upon awakening was to ask for help!
To save or not to save?
"It's up to you," came Changtian's voice. The decision was hers to make; he would not intervene too much.
