C52 (2/2)

Gritting his mantou, Lin Chu Yue's gaze landed on the ruins. As night fell, the temperature became colder and colder, and if he missed the best time to save them, the chances of his life under the ruins became smaller and smaller.

Zhao Tian sighed. He said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, ”There are more than 20 children living in this broken temple. I'm afraid there are a few that have been pressed under the ruins. Even if they came out, they would probably …” He did not finish his words, but Lin Chu Yue understood what Zhao Tian meant.

”Master, save another one.”

Mo Lang ran towards Lin Chu Yue with a child that was covered in blood in his arms. Looking at the green-purple child in Mo Lang's arms, Lin Chu Yue placed the steamed bun that she had eaten a few bites away.

”Go ahead and take a look. There should still be children who haven't been rescued.”

”Yes, Master.”

Four from Thirteen Sirius remained, while the remaining nine people participated in the rescue mission. Everyone now understood the importance of a child in the heart of Master.

The white cloak had already been stained black and gray by the dust. Lin Chu Yue lay on the little boy's chest, listening to his heartbeat, which seemed to have almost disappeared. Yu Wen Yi, give me the scissors. ”

The sharp pieces of stone almost pierced through the little boy's chest. The blood was mixed with dirt and soil, and even though Yu Wen Yi had just started learning medicine, he knew that the little boy wouldn't be able to be saved.

The scissors in Lin Chu Yue's hand cut open the little boy's worn out clothes, but the moment the clothes fell, the shocking wound made Zhao Tian unable to turn her head to look directly at him.

However, what was shocking was that at this moment, the little boy actually gradually opened his eyes. His pair of bright eyes were twinkling like the moon. Mother? ”

Lin Chu Yue powerlessly stretched out his small hands as if she was looking for something. The moment his hands touched the ground, Lin Chu Yue gripped her small hands tightly and smiled gently, ”Good child, your mother is here.”

The voice was so light, so soft, and so warm. Lin Chu Yue reached out and lovingly brushed the dirt off the little boy's face.

”Mother, Qi'er hurts so much. It's so cold.” The pair of eyes meeting the moonlight slowly became unfocused, but the little boy's small hands were still holding onto Lin Chu Yue's warm palm.

”Don't be afraid, mother is here!” Mother will sing for Qi'er, okay? If Qi'er falls asleep, it won't hurt, nor will it get cold. ”

Seemingly hearing Lin Chu Yue's words, the little boy revealed a sweet smile, and slowly closed her eyes: ”Alright …”