After nightfall, the two of them wandered around the mountain and searched through most of it but found no trace of the child. Under the moonlight's illumination, faint cries reached their ears.
"Ah..."
"Wuu wuu..."
"Is that the child?"
Su Yingxue gripped Chu Yihan's hand, her shoulder trembling slightly.
She was more sensitive to any sound from the child than Chu Yihan was. Following the feeble cries, she found an infant at the foot of a hill, his body covered in purple, with weak whimpers.
He was shivering, curled up, and the faint cries from his mouth were his last plea for help in this world.
Heartbreakingly pitiful.
Su Yingxue immediately took off her cloak and wrapped the child in it.
He looked like a newborn baby just a month old, his body wrinkled and covered with shades of purple, as if he was frozen to the brink of death. But when Su Yingxue touched his neck, her eyes widened in shock, "He's been poisoned!"
