Ruan Fu shook her head; after all, he looked much more seriously injured than she was.
Jiuyou twitched his lips, but the pain from his tearing muscles caused his brows to furrow involuntarily. He reached out, his broad palm calloused from hard labor. "The rain is too heavy," he said in a deep voice. "Let's find a place to take shelter before heading back."
Without hesitation, Ruan Fu placed her hand in his, relying on his strength to stand up.
That previous blow had injured her internally. As the pain slowly spread, her footing wavered, but fortunately, Jiuyou supported her steadily. The two walked side by side toward a nearby cave. The roar of the rain deafened them as lightning tore across the night sky. In that momentary flash of light, she clearly saw the pallor of Jiuyou's face and the continuously bleeding wound on his forehead.
"Your injuries..." she murmured, unable to hide the concern in her voice.
