Meng Chuyue hesitated as she looked at Shen Ci's right leg, feeling certain that these men were out to harm it.
She surveyed the terrain for an escape while rapidly firing off questions, "Why are they looking for you? Are you planning to surrender without a fight? Is your leg seriously injured? The coal train is about to leave, can you climb on it before those men get here?"
Shen Ci squinted at her and said with a deep look, "Listen, little sister, being too soft-hearted isn't a good thing. I told you to go, so you should hurry up and leave. Don't dawdle, or you won't even know how you died... No, can you lend me five thousand yuan?"
The men were closing in fast, and Shen Ci saw that although Meng Chuyue seemed ready to leave, she kept looking back with every step. It would be all too easy for her to get dragged down by his troubles, and the thought suddenly popped into his head.
After he said it, he felt like he was indulging in a flight of fancy.