Ye Qian was walking while Yuan Meng was in his arm as his movements were neither slow nor fast.
Not slow with the fear that it would take them a long time to get back home.
And not fast with the fear that Yuan Meng who had already suffered so much, she gets hurt if he were to move too fast.
After all that had happened so far, Yuan Meng's clothes were not much damaged rather a few cuts which would only be visible to someone if they were to look at her trousers and shirt which were covered by a simple sweater.
But Ye Qian's apparel was not damaged in the least, in fact, they looked anew as if were unpacked from their bags just a moment ago.
Of course, his clothes would look anew, because they were a completely different pair of clothes from what Ye Qian was wearing right now.
