The little one's face, originally normal, suddenly scrunched up, and her small body began to curl up. She started crying out, "Pain, pain... Nanny hurts... hurts..."
Jeremiah May stared at the little one on the ground in a daze. Indeed, it was just as Kyle Kinston had said. As soon as the little one's body lost contact with him, she started hurting again.
There really... is such an illness!
The next moment, as if coming to his senses, he immediately picked the little one up again.
From the moment the little one accidentally fell to the floor to the moment he picked her up, it was merely a brief ten seconds or so. Yet during this short period, a thin layer of sweat had already formed on the little one's forehead.
When the little one's body touched his again, she instinctively leaned towards him, her hands tightly clutching his shirt collar, pitifully crying out, "Nanny hurts... Brother Jeremiah, don't leave Nanny... don't... it will hurt..."
