The ground was covered with blood, and no one could tell whose it was. No blood could be seen on Mo Jingshen's black shirt, but she knew he had been injured.
And he was severely injured.
The butt of the rifle was hard and sharp, so his back and head must have scarred.
The two men were lying on the narrow damp ground behind the cabin, and there was only silence.
The collar of Ji Nuan's dress was elastic, so it was not torn. Mo Jingshen tugged the clothes on her shoulder upward. Without saying a word, he took her in his arms and hugged her hard.
He hugged her so, so hard.
Almost as soon as the two men fell, a tumult broke out in front of them. The helicopter finally closed in on the camp. As Mo Jingshen said, the helicopters had dropped a lot of stuff.
Mo Jingshen let go of Ji Nuan, then took her wrist and led her toward a place where they wouldn't be hit by a smoke bomb.
