In order to prevent the Goffins from returning, Huanhuan immediately left with Murphy.
Murphy was limp now. He couldn't even stand, let alone walk.
Huanhuan could only carry him.
She was shorter. Murphy was on her back, and his legs were basically being dragged across the ground.
Huanhuan gritted her teeth and carried him for most of the night. She didn't stop until it was almost dawn.
This place was quite far from where they were just now. The Goffins shouldn't be able to find them.
Huanhuan found a clean place and put Murphy down.
He lay on the ground, his emerald eyes misty. His face was faintly red, but he didn't groan.
Huanhuan was extremely tired.
She sat down on the ground, panting.
Huanhuan reached out and wiped Murphy's face. She realized that his temperature was very high.
At this moment, Murphy was a little delirious.
He grabbed Huanhuan's hand and pressed it to his face, moaning in comfort.
