Chen Ying had just arrived when she perceived the sadness and pain emanating from the little elephant.
The anguish of being abandoned, coupled with the torment of its wounds infected and inflamed, brought the little elephant close to losing control.
Chen Ying pushed Feng Xin aside and casually picked up the bucket filled with fruit nearby, slowly approaching the little elephant amid the astonished cries of the onlookers.
"Baby, be good, Baby, I've got some tasty fruit for you. After eating, once your wounds are healed, I'll accompany you to find your mom, okay?"
Once again, Chen Ying's affinity with the animals astonished the bystanders.
The little elephant seemed to sense the gentle aura, reminiscent of a mother and grandmother.
It weakly lifted its trunk, attempting to touch Chen Ying.
Chen Ying extended her hand, moving closer to it, allowing it to familiarize itself with her scent, then caressed its forehead.
