Time became unbearably slow, as if every second was a torment.
Following the footprints here felt nothing, until carrying someone back, Chai Xinyan realized how difficult each step was, the journey felt so far away.
Ai Youhuai had lost too much blood and was a bit disoriented. As Chai Xinyan supported her forward, Ai could only muster all her strength not to drag Chai Xinyan down.
But eventually, she couldn't hold on, collapsing against Chai Xinyan, who, utterly exhausted, couldn't support her and fell to the ground with her.
"Xiaohuai, Xiaohuai..."
Chai Xinyan anxiously called Ai Youhuai's name, struggling to sit up halfway, raising her hand to hold Ai Youhuai's face, trying to keep her from falling into unconsciousness.
Losing consciousness from blood loss, Ai Youhuai might never wake up again.
She couldn't let Ai Youhuai just drift off like this.
