"Sick?"
The little boy shook his disproportionately large head and nodded eagerly, "Mommy said that I'm sick so I have to stay in the forest. " The boy coughed hoarsely, his voice cracking as if this was the first time he had spoken in a long time, "Are you here to stay with me?"
Chu Yi didn't reply, he walked over and placed one hand on the handle of the blade before yanking it out with a powerful force. The boy fell to his knees and the sound of his bones slamming onto the cold forest floor was particularly harsh, nevertheless, the boy did not let out more than a short yelp.
