"Young Master, I'm feeling a bit better now, please let me walk on my own..."
As dawn broke, the wound on Qin Yaotiao's back had also stopped bleeding.
Lu Chen hadn't slept all night, hadn't eaten a morsel, nor had he drunk a sip of water, and his steps were somewhat shaky, which filled Qin Yaotiao with immense heartache.
"How can you walk? What if you start bleeding again!"
Lu Chen feigned anger.
But the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intent; Qin Yaotiao couldn't help but recall that last frenzied night, the blood-soaked bed sheet she had cut a piece from and still stuffed in her bosom.
She was too shy to speak and simply buried her head deeply into Lu Chen's back.
When the sun fully rose above the horizon, Lu Chen saw the outline of the town.
"Yaotiao, we'll be there soon."
With a destination in sight, Lu Chen suddenly found the strength and hurried towards the location in his memory.