In Wushan, thorns were everywhere.
Liu Hongluan carried Long Fei on her back, and the clothes on her feet and hands were torn by thorns, leaving small bloodstains on her fair skin. However, Liu Hongluan paid no attention to the injuries.
"Tik tok."
Long Fei had fallen into a deep coma, and fresh blood continued to drip from his wounds.
But Liu Hongluan couldn't stop to tend to his injuries because she had no time to spare. If she stopped, the pursuer known as "Ghostface" would catch up.
"Fei Ge, don't fall asleep, hold on..."
Tears welled up in Liu Hongluan's eyes. Before Long Fei fell unconscious, he had insisted that she leave him behind and not seek help from Lu Changsheng. However, Long Fei's injuries were severe, and she had no one else to turn to for help.
