The heart was pounding, each beat louder than the last.
The man bent slightly, his strong hand gently grasping Jian Liangtong's arms, softly helping her up from the ground.
Jian Liangtong had been squatting for a long time, her legs were numb, yet she showed no sign of discomfort, just dumbly looking up at the man before her who appeared as if he had been through a fierce battle.
"It's over now." The man reached out to pat her head, his voice hoarse, tinged with fatigue.
Jian Liangtong's pupils widened, her gaze slowly sliding from his face to his wrinkled and blood-stained body.
Her trembling hands touched his originally white shirt, tears burst out, "You, you..."
Huo Shaojun lifted her face, looking at the glistening tears on it, he silently sighed in his heart, his hand covered in dirt and the smell of blood gently caressing her face, wiping away her tears tenderly, "The blood isn't mine."
"..." Jian Liangtong was taken aback, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
