Willow pursed her lips, not saying anything.

Reaching out, Wendy caressed her head.

"Poor child. You know, your mom worked very hard to be able to leave him.

"If he knows that you and your mom are still alive, he will lock your mom up again. Do you want that to happen?"

Willow shook her head.

"Then you have to pretend that you don't know him. After all, your mom and the others aren't in the village. As for whether he can survive this or not, it's entirely up to him."

Wendy sighed. "Your mom went through a lot of hardship in the past. When she was giving birth to you, she was very close to death. You have to be grateful to her and treasure your hard-earned life."

Willow nodded obediently.

It was quite odd. Not long after drinking Willow's blood, Ethan could sense that his eyes and ears were getting better.

He could even produce simple sounds.

In the past, for every hour that passed, the red pattern would advance.

After he drank the blood, the toxin seemed to be frozen in