The sound of the pursuers gradually faded away.
Lu Xiao's breathing was heavy, his steps slowing down. Suddenly, he staggered, leaning against the wall to avoid falling.
The man's back was split open in several places, a mess of blood and flesh. There were a few deep wounds on his arm, bone visible, with blood trickling down his wrist, leaving a long trail on the ground.
The situation was too urgent just now; she hadn't had time to heal him.
"Ah Jin!" Shen Tang hurried over and helped him sit against the wall, speaking tenderly, "Rest for a while. I'll help you heal."
Lu Xiao still wanted to insist, saying "I'm fine," but the wounds pulled painfully, causing him to grit his teeth and grunt lightly, "It hurts."
"You know it hurts, yet you act so recklessly. I think you haven't suffered enough!" Shen Tang said angrily. Despite her scolding words, her eyes were reddened, brimming with tears.
