Xiao Yao paid no more attention to Feng Yexuan.
She sat quietly to the side, this time closing her eyes and no longer looking at him.
"Aren't you going to ask why this king fell off the cliff and came here?"
She remained silent, but Feng Yexuan initiated a topic.
In his heart, he felt a degree of guilt. He had accidentally used his true energy just now, forcing her to vomit blood.
As long as he saw her eyes, which were exactly the same as Li'er's, his heart would slowly soften.
Even though he had ordered himself to be cold-hearted and unfeeling.
"If I ask, will Your Highness answer?" Xiao Yao retorted, not even lifting her eyelids.
This scoundrel, with his unpredictable temper, was like accompanying a tiger. Who knew when he would go mad and hurt someone again?
"Angry?" Feng Yexuan raised an eyebrow.
"I dare not!" she snorted coldly.
Feng Yexuan felt like laughing. She was indeed like a child, so much like Li'er before she grew up.
Although, he didn't know what Li'er looked like before she grew up.
Before, she looked like she was fourteen or fifteen, but now she looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.
Would she become twelve or thirteen in a few more days?
Feng Yexuan's gaze deepened slightly. This joking thought flashed through his mind, but it inexplicably stirred a hint of unease.
Could it be that there was really something wrong with her body?
Otherwise, why would she be getting younger?
"Xiao Yao." Was this the first time he had called her by her name?
Xiao Yao's eyes snapped open. She hadn't expected her name to sound like that when it came from his mouth.
The scoundrel prince's voice... was simply to die for.
But she still decided not to give him a good look. A surge of blood was still churning in her chest!
It was all his fault!
Feng Yexuan suddenly walked to her side and sat down, taking her hand.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Yao was startled and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
"This king injured you." His grip tightened, and a pure and potent internal energy flowed from his palm into her body.
Xiao Yao immediately felt a sense of comfort throughout her body.
After two deep breaths, the churning blood in her chest gradually dissipated.
She still couldn't help but steal a glance at Feng Yexuan.
His face showed no expression, but at least he didn't look as dispirited and distressed as before.
For some reason, even though she disliked him intensely, seeing him less sad made her feel slightly better.
The true energy entering her body made her feel warm, and sleepiness soon overcame her again.
Xiao Yao's consciousness began to blur. She said hoarsely, "You came back because you wanted to see where the medicine people were gathered, you want to investigate thoroughly..."
She was muddled, and her body slumped limply to the side.
Feng Yexuan reached out to steady her, letting her small body lean against the stone wall.
Seeing that her complexion had regained its rosy hue, he withdrew his palm.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard the little girl behind him murmur hoarsely, "Don't be sad... your Li'er... wouldn't want to see you... sad..."
She shifted into a more comfortable position and fell asleep again.
Her voice was still hoarse, but it carried a thick nasal tone: "She... will come back, she will definitely... return to your... side... Don't be sad, I don't want... to see you sad, my heart... also feels so uncomfortable..."
"Don't... despair, she definitely... will come back..."
Feng Yexuan's five fingers clenched.
He stared intently at her closed eyes, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.
Even she could see his despair?
Feng Yexuan squeezed his eyes shut forcefully. His heart, however, couldn't help but be wrenched painfully.
He was almost truly despairing.
Li'er, is she... is she still alive?