Jiang Zuo looked at Sweet Potato, then moved the flame away from it.
Only then did Sweet Potato happily sit on Jiang Zuo's shoulder, nibbling on an apple.
Jiang Zuo then got up and started walking back.
He held the coin in his hand. He needed a safe route, and it had to be a shortcut.
Because he didn't have much time.
But Jiang Zuo wasn't in a hurry, nor was he panicking. For him, this was already a pretty good outcome.
He was alive, and he had made it out.
With a little time, he could get back to normal.
That way, Su Qi wouldn't find out.
If Su Qi knew he was severely injured, nothing good would come of it.
So, Jiang Zuo was determined not to let Su Qi know about his injuries. This was no longer about whether he would be exposed.
In the vast, white expanse of snow, Jiang Zuo dragged his weakened body forward, step by slow step.
Anyone who understood the extent of Jiang Zuo's injuries would probably fear he might collapse unconscious in the snow at any moment.
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