"I'm fine, I can walk." Mabel Quinn tried to respond in the same voice as usual.
But no matter how she disguised it, her voice still sounded somewhat weak.
Daniel Harris, unable to see, was naturally more sensitive to sounds, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm really fine, let's get down the mountain quickly." She said, because of falling down the steep slope, there was no way to return the same way now, they could only take a detour. But on the mountain at night, visibility was far worse than during the day, and the road was more difficult to navigate. Especially now, one had a sprained ankle, and the other was completely blind, making their pace even slower.
"Wait!" Daniel Harris suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Mabel Quinn stumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness, almost toppling over. Fortunately, Daniel Harris's hand was still supporting her arm, preventing her from falling.
