Song Xian looked down at Xie Liangchen.
The young girl's body was covered in blood and dirt, but it was unclear whether she was hurt. Her complexion was poor, her lips pale, and her eyes filled with bloodshot lines.
On his journey back, Song Xian had already predicted that the situation in Dai State wouldn't be good, and he thought several times about what he would do if he arrived to find the checkpoint overrun...
It was only after seeing her that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but upon examining Xie Liangchen's condition closely, his heart was on edge once more.
Song Xian carefully inspected the bloodstains on Xie Liangchen's dress.
"It's nothing," Xie Liangchen said, "It's not my blood. I wasn't hurt."
Song Xian spoke softly, "I've brought medical workers and medicines. Let them handle things here. You go rest nearby and wait for me."
Xie Liangchen nodded.
Song Xian still didn't release his hold.
