Seeing the broken phone in Ling Chen's hand, Nanrong Wanqing immediately understood their situation, "What do we do now?"
Ling Chen turned his head and looked behind at the steep slope that was about forty to fifty meters long, his face filled with a bitter smile. If it had been before, he could have carried Nanrong Wanqing away, but he was seriously injured now, lacking the strength to even climb up, let alone carrying Nanrong Wanqing.
"Let's rest for a bit. I believe they will find us." As he spoke, he glanced at Nanrong Wanqing and noticed a patch of blood on the left side of her waist, which startled him, "Are you injured?"
"It's nothing, just a scratch." Nanrong Wanqing gently pressed on her wound, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, clearly in pain.
"Let me see."
Ignoring his own injuries, Ling Chen endured the pain in his back and struggled to stand up. He crouched in front of Nanrong Wanqing and then lifted the corner of her clothes.