Fang Yi's luck was good, not far away there was a huge rock with a strange shape, a peculiar stone.
The stone's surface was covered with snow. Fang Yi set down Hua Huiyue and lightly tapped her cheek with his hand, finding that she still had her eyes closed, her eyelashes quivering slightly, but there was no sign of her waking up.
Fang Yi sighed. He took off his black overcoat and covered Hua Huiyue, then checked her pulse, only to find that her condition was very grim.
In such dire straits, surrounded by who knows how many gunmen blocking Fang Yi's advance, he felt as if he'd returned to the battlefield of blood and fire, back to the days when he'd been ambushed abroad, isolated and alone against countless dangers.
Fang Yi had never admitted defeat before and had never bowed his head, so he wouldn't this time either.
