Xia Wenjin glanced at him, grabbed the front of his shirt, and lifted him up.
This posture was like grabbing a chick.
Ling Xiao showed no resistance and no dissatisfaction, hanging his head like a rooster that had lost its strength, allowing her to carry him.
Xia Wenjin quickly walked toward the woods and said, "You need to take good care of your injuries. I know what you're thinking right now, but if you don't have your life, where's the revenge?"
Ling Xiao glanced at her again, his gaze slowly coming into focus, and he said slowly, "I won't overestimate myself. I will live to seek revenge and repay my debts!"
Xia Wenjin replied with relief, "That's good, I'll find you a place to heal first!"
"No need!" A trace of self-mockery appeared in Ling Xiao's eyes: "People like me have tough lives. King Yan won't accept me; I can heal anywhere."
