After an unknown period of time, Questa woke up from the explosion. She suddenly sat up and shouted, "Jacob..."
Although she claimed to be strong, a woman was weak in the face of big events. She remembered the previous explosion and the deafening sound, and she was not sure if she was still alive. The darkness in front of her was hell in her eyes. She felt cold and helpless.
"Don't move. You've injured yourself." Jacob's voice came from her side. At the same time, a flame lit up. Jacob's fire illuminated that dark place.
"Jacob..." It took her a long time to adapt to the light. She held him tightly, and her tears could not stop falling. Perhaps she felt that the man in front of her was her support.
"It's okay. It's just a slight dislocation. I wanted to fix it for you, but you woke up before I touched you," Jacob said with a smile.