In the room with the doors and windows closed, Xiao Qinghe lay alone on the ice-cold ground, his entire face pale and his body chilly, having lain there for a whole night.
Dragging his two legs that had lost all sensation and couldn't move.
He struggled to crawl on the ground, using his hands to push against the edge of the bed, trying to climb onto it.
Unfortunately, despite several attempts, he failed to do so.
His lips quivered slightly, and a hint of scorn surfaced at the corners of his mouth. What a useless person he was—if his body was a little weak, he couldn't even climb onto the bed.
Hearing from outside that Su Qingyue and Xiao Yuchuan had already readied the horse-drawn cart and were prepping to leave with it.
He clenched his fist, and with all the strength in his body, he finally managed to climb onto the bed.
Taking a breath, he struggled to turn over—a simple action that nearly exhausted all of his energy.
