Before Ying Jing fainted, she used her last ounce of strength to turn on the phone's flashlight function.
In the silent darkness, it stood out remarkably.
Someone in the crowd shouted that there was light over there.
Everyone's gaze focused in that direction.
Sure enough, they spotted a faint flickering light not far ahead.
It was getting late, the situation in the forest was unclear, and the path underfoot was difficult to navigate.
They proceeded cautiously.
But someone was already impatient, quickly bypassing everyone and reaching the light source at top speed. Even unaware that their hand was scratched by thorny branches.
Xu Cheng'an called out from behind for Wen Fu Cheng to slow down.
His ears could no longer hear anything else, as he bent down, undressed, and carefully picked up Ying Jing.
Uncertain which wound was disturbed, the person in his arms furrowed her brow.
Wen Fu Cheng instinctively stopped, not daring to move.
