Yun Ci supported Gu Jingwen’s head and hurriedly wiped the rain off his face with her sleeve. She tore her coat and wrapped it around the gunshot wound on his body.
She hugged the man tightly in her arms. Her hand, which was bandaging the wound, trembled slightly. She kept muttering, “It’s okay... It’s okay, Gu Jingwen. I’ll take you back now...”
She didn’t know if she was talking to the man or comforting herself.
The rain continued to fall.
Yun Ci grabbed Gu Jingwen’s arm, put him on her back, and walked down the mountain.
The road was slippery in the rain, and she accidentally fell down.
She couldn’t care less about the pain. She quickly climbed in front of Gu Jingwen and picked him up again.
She walked and fell all the way until she finally left the deep mountains.
There were few people here, and there were no cars coming and going.
