Wyatt Yardley looked up at her.
"It's fine, I can manage."
Kaelan Hawthorne's steps did not falter, he walked forward steadily.
In the past, he always looked down on those males.
Thought they were foolish and pretentious, only seeking to please others.
But now he realized, whenever she occasionally brushed lightly against his back, it made his heart flutter.
No matter how far the road, it didn't feel tiring, only wishing the journey would last longer.
Seraphina Caldwell lay on Kaelan Hawthorne's back, her gaze fixed on Wyatt Yardley behind Ian Brighton.
Wyatt Yardley's face was still terribly pale.
Seraphina Caldwell couldn't help but clutch Kaelan Hawthorne's fur tightly.
She couldn't tell if he was feigning weakness or truly hadn't recovered yet.
After all, the Spiritual Spring Water clearly had the power to heal wounds and even mend broken bones; logically, he should have been fully recovered by now.
Yet why did he still appear so weak?
