The passage of time is uncertain.
Yang Dong maintained the same posture all along.
Finally, he noticed a serious problem: although Li Chuntao was still breathing, she hadn't woken up.
The joy he felt earlier suddenly turned heavy.
He let Li Chuntao lie in his arms again, looking down at her while repeatedly calling her name, "Li Chuntao, Li Chuntao..."
But no matter how he called, Li Chuntao lay silently in his arms like a sleeping beauty, motionless.
Yang Dong, anxious and fuming, looked up at the sky; it was nearly dark, and he needed to get Li Chuntao back to the village as soon as possible.
Yang Dong, having made up his mind, got up and prepared to carry Li Chuntao on his back.
However, when he touched Li Chuntao's waist, he felt something sticky on his hand.
His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly withdrew his hand to find bloodstains on it.
He was instantly terrified.
She was injured!
When did this happen?
Was it when she fell?
