I rose, clutching Erbao’s small hand in mine, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. By now, Feng Qing had composed herself, her expression souring as she looked me over. “Honestly, Danni, you’re still sick and you’re already running around? And your hair… you’ve really stopped caring about your appearance. What a state!” Her words were like daggers of ice, plunging straight into my heart.