Hesitation flashed in Barron's eyes, then he stroked Qiao Mo's long hair gently, his bright red eyes filled with endless gentleness. "We can talk about other things after you've recovered."
Qiao Mo wanted to say something, but she started coughing.
Barron looked nervous. "I'll prepare the crystal soak and transfer your illness and pain onto me!"
Qiao Mo was speechless. It turned out that what she had said was in vain. He thought that she had transferred Irene's illness onto herself with the saltwater.
Qiao Mo wanted to explain herself, but she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Qiao Mo could only let herself fall asleep as Barron's nervous calls rang in her ears.
When she woke up groggily again, Qiao Mo felt that her illness had worsened. There was no sunlight underground, only even colder temperatures.