Ye Xiu gave Bai Da a cursory glance, "Hmm, definitely, there's blood, but they're all superficial skin wounds."
"Xiuxiu, don't worry, I'm not in pain, I'm sorry I was wrong, won't you please not leave?"
Even at this moment, he was still looking humbly at Ye Xiu, hoping she would turn back.
"Bai Yu, bring me the cloth package inside my clothes."
He now had no strength left and could only ask Bai Yu to fetch it.
Bai Yu obediently felt for the cloth package. Upon seeing the cloth package, Bai Da's spirit was unusually high, as if possessing that cloth package meant fearing nothing.
His eyes blazed as he stared at the cloth package, eager to have Bai Yu open it.
"Open it."
Bai Yu found it odd — why his father cared so much about such an unremarkable cloth package.
He obediently unfolded layer after layer.
Bai Da's gaze was practically glued to the cloth package.
As if something incredibly important to him was inside, perhaps even his redemption.
