Leaving the tent, Luo'er came alone to another tent where Baiyue was resting. At this time, Baiyue was still unconscious, with her forehead wound bandaged up. Although she looked alright in the face, Luo'er was still very concerned about her safety.
He took a deep breath, carefully walked to Baiyue's side, crouched down, and then gently grasped her small hand. Luo'er could not forget that Baiyue was injured protecting him. If she had not been in front of him just now, that metal puppet probably could have killed him in one move.
"I have already seen my future in the prophecy, why did you have to do this..." Luo'er didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh deeply, place her hand on his own face, close his eyes, and bow his head in prayer.
