Bai Lian looked at Su Yaoyao in his arms, his heart filled with remorse.
He had torn her clothes to shreds while out of control, leaving her barely covered. Su Yaoyao's eyes were shut tight, her face as pale as paper. She was so weak she seemed lifeless.
Bai Lian's heart burned with anxiety. His panicked gaze swept across the room, finally landing on the heavy curtains.
He charged over, and with a sudden exertion of strength and a sharp RIIIP, he tore the curtains from their rod.
He quickly yet gently wrapped the curtain around Su Yaoyao, his movements careful and urgent. He held her as if she were the most precious and fragile treasure in the world, terrified of hurting her in the slightest.
Outside the door, Reg and Pani were pacing back and forth, their hearts filled with anxiety.
They strained their ears, listening for any movement within. Every subtle sound made their hearts pound with tension.
