Facing his past romantic history in front of the woman who came to rescue him, Liao Zhong was quite embarrassed. Xie Hua didn’t look back, and he didn’t know what she was thinking but could sense her coldness. So he whispered, “Xiao Hua, don’t take past events to heart. I love you.”
This entire path was forcibly created by Luo Mingbai’s magical power in an alternate space, which was extremely taxing.
If someone with lesser abilities tried, they might not last even half a minute. A single slip would doom both Xie Hua and Liao Zhong.
He had exhausted great effort. When he finally felt the weight lighten in his hand and knew the path was clear, he immediately let go and sat in a nearby chair, slowly catching his breath.
Liao De came to fan him and offer water, asking, “Master, what should we do next?”
Luo Mingbai said, “The person should be awake now.”
Liao De turned around to see Xie Hua suddenly sitting up from the bed, looking dazed. On the other side, Liao Zhong remained motionless. He rushed over, shaking his son’s body and calling, “A Zhong? A Zhong?”
Luo Mingbai asked Xie Hua, “What happened? Did you encounter danger on the way? Where is he?”
Xie Hua burst into tears, saying, “I’m sorry! It was my fault. We were running, and I accidentally let go. Uncle Liao, Master Luo, it’s all my fault…”
Luo Mingbai looked at her for a moment and said, “Enough. Stop crying. It was unavoidable.”
Since Liao Zhong wasn’t his son, and Xie Hua had tried so hard, no one could blame her. But Liao De was not so calm. His face changed color with anger, pointing at Xie Hua: “You, if you couldn’t do it, why did you insist on going!”
Xie Hua just kept apologizing, explaining nothing.
The young lady had waited for Liao Zhong for so long and voluntarily risked herself. After a few reproaches, Liao De couldn’t say more, and turned to Luo Mingbai: “Master, is there another way? I’ll go. Can I go?”
Luo Mingbai said, “You can go, but I can’t. I’m exhausted. I’ll need at least a week to recover.”
