After she finished tending to Ming Ye's back as best as she could with what little she had, Zi Han finally leaned back slightly, letting out a quiet breath. The tension in her shoulders didn't ease completely, but at least the bleeding had slowed.
Only then did she seem to remember something.
"My phone…" she murmured, reaching into her pocket.
The movement pulled at her injured shoulder, and she winced involuntarily, her brows tightening as a sharp sting shot through her arm.
Ming Ye noticed immediately.
His gaze dropped to her, his expression darkening slightly. "You're hurt."
"It's nothing," she said, brushing it off as she pulled her phone out.
The screen was damaged; it was not just cracked, it was completely shattered. When she pressed the power button, nothing happened.
Zi Han stared at it for a second before exhaling quietly. "It's broken."
A brief silence followed before she added, more to herself than to him, "Then how are we supposed to contact anyone…"
