The boy looked a bit disappointed after hearing Jiang Che's words, because he could no longer bear the excruciating pain in his feet. The sharp spikes had initially pierced his calves, and over time, they gradually climbed upwards.
He didn't care about these pains, but if they crept up any higher, he would no longer be able to carry his little sister on his back.
As soon as he set foot on the ground, the pain would return—the spikes would pierce through, draining his blood.
But if he carried someone, he had to endure double the pain.
"Why don't you put her down?" Jiang Che pointed to the girl behind him, frowning.
He could understand the boy's desire to protect his own sister, but he couldn't accept that this girl seemed to feel so entitled to his protection.
In his view, all feelings should be reciprocated, no matter what kind they were.
