"Mi Luan"
Gu Li called out feeling the warmth of the small frame in his embrace. The warmth was too much for him to know that Mi Luan was sick.
At the same time, Rong Ting entered the cave with a basket of fruits in his hands. His other hand held the firewood that he had tried his best not to get wet but they still got soaked in the rain because of how fast it was raining.
However, Gu Li's attention was not on him at all.
At this moment, his panic-filled eyes were fixed on Mi Luan's closed eyes. He patted Mi Luan's covered cheek lightly with his hands.
However, Mi Luan never opened his eyes.
"Xiao Luan."
The name unconsciously slipped out of Gu Li's lips. Perhaps it was because of the concern he was feeling for the weak and young boy at this moment.
Seeing his panic-stricken face and his worried voice, all the other shadow guards also got to know very soon that something was not right so they started to gather around Gu Li.
