Su Yu landed on the giant rock where Han Jing was, and Han Jing quickly walked over to hold his waist.
The weight of Su Yu's entire body pressed onto Han Jing, forcing her to step back two steps before she could stand firm. Su Yu leaned on Han Jing's shoulder, and Han Jing put her hand on Su Yu's wound, desperately using the healing power of her Water Ability, hoping to help him recover some strength.
Su Yu, however, grabbed Han Jing's hand, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Jing'er, don't waste your strength, listen to me, I have something to say to you."
"We can talk when we go back, Su Yu, let's go back, I'll take you back, I'll heal your wounds, let's go back now..." Han Jing was somewhat incoherent. In her lifetime, she'd never felt so helpless before. The wounds all over his body, big and small, so dense, made her afraid to even look.
But despite being this wounded, the blood flowing out was pitifully little, it didn't even stain his moon-white robe red.
