"We cannot just stand by and watch the young master starve to death here."
"Go," Xiao Yu instructed in a low voice.
But he miscalculated, for Ying Yi could no longer find any food. They had been trapped here for a month, and all the food and water sources were exhausted.
Fortunately, it had rained in the last two days, so he was able to catch some water for Su Miaoyan, but Ningning...
Xiao Yu bit his own finger and placed it in his mouth, and little Ningning, as if finding food in a dream, clung to Xiao Yu's finger and began to suckle.
Seeing this scene, Su Miaoyan couldn't help but let the tears flow.
Xiao Yu had already fed the child with his blood more than once. But how much longer could he hold on like this?
When Ying Yi returned, he kneeled in front of Xiao Yu, "Young master, your subordinate... has failed you!"
He was unable to find any food; even the grass and leaves in the mountains had been eaten by them.