C107 Little Junior Master

Lin Yu flashed a pained grin, the injuries he bore weighing heavily on him. Each breath he took while speaking sent a sharp twinge through his chest, prompting him to fall silent.

Qingluan and Huofeng, standing behind Nalan Ziyan, looked on with complex expressions, eager to offer their support. They had been the first to stumble upon the cook who had now become so much more