Su Wan returned to the beach from the cave.
From a distance, Su Wan saw the figure of Jiang Xuecheng lying on the beach.
Su Wan immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
The setting sun was like blood in the sky, and the bonfire that had been lit was blown by the sea breeze. The flames flickered from time to time, as if they were going to be extinguished at any moment.
Looking at the unconscious figure at this moment, Su Wan's tears fell silently.
He doesn't know anything, but that's good too…
Su Wan could feel the wound on her shoulder continuously turning black. She was afraid that before long, she would feel numb all over and die.
It was already a miracle that she could hold on until now.
Su Wan sighed. She quickly ran to the beach and straightened Jiang Xuecheng's figure.
While moving Jiang Xuecheng, Su Wan had been carefully avoiding the bleeding part of her wound to prevent the virus from spreading to his body.
