His depressive feelings were dissipated by the voice of the girl next to him.
"uh..."
He hid the ferocity in his eyes, thinking that the girl was about to wake up. He looked in the direction the voice came from.
Her wrinkled face, covered with light sweat, piqued her curiosity.
"Is he injured?"
His delirium reached his ears as he approached her with light steps. It was more like she was in a coma than waking up.
"Ambris ebsri deost.. Ambris.. Lita da peyms.."[don't die you must always live.. don't die.. live together...]
He looked at the girl, whose eyes were slightly blurred. Kharon sat next to the girl. Tears were slowly flowing from her wet eyes. He was stunned when he heard the girl's delirium. It was interesting that a child of only seven or eight could speak in the ancient lan
