Fu Huaizhi's entire back was a mess of dark purple bruises.
Near the shoulder blade, it looked as though it had been scraped by a sharp weapon, with several strips of skin and flesh torn open.
He seemed to have used herbs he'd gathered from the forest to stop the bleeding, but even so, the wounds hadn't been cleaned or treated in time, and a few days later, they were already festering with pus.
The foul smell was emanating from the wounds.
"What… what happened?"
Her heart felt as though it was being hammered forcefully within someone's palm. Wen Yiru's mind went blank.
Thinking back to earlier, when she had tugged at his body so forcefully, stretching the wound, she couldn't imagine the pain he must be in. Wen Yiru's tears, already dripping, fell even harder.
In the next moment, Wen Yiru remembered.
That day, a brown bear had mauled the tent, causing a rock to fall, almost hitting her foot.
