Ling Chuxia nearly bit her lower lip to bleeding, the bitterness filling her mouth. Her hands trembled lightly, and moisture slowly welled up in her eyes. Her throat was hoarse as she struggled to open her mouth, struggled to speak.
She was really too tired, she really feared she wouldn't make it, couldn't wait for her to come back, she really feared she would disappoint her...
It took who knows how long for Ling Chuxia to finally find her voice again, to laboriously push out the words one by one from her throat, "Elder sister, I... I am... trying..."
However, Ling Yunshu, whether sensing what she was about to say or suddenly having an urgent matter, once again interrupted Ling Chuxia, speaking softly, "Xiaxia, I don't have much time to talk right now, let's talk about everything when I come back, remember, you must wait for me, Xiaxia, you must hold onto that position!"
