"Let's go." Ning Yiyuan was the first to walk forward. Although his footsteps were heavy, his posture was still upright. The aura of a soldier seemed to have been deeply embedded in his body and could not be removed.
"Yeah." Mo Chu responded and followed behind him silently.
She stared at his back as she follow him. If it was not for Ning Yiyuan's increasingly obvious and rough breathing, no one would have known that he was enduring heavy pressure. However, he merely endured it and did not make a sound.
Mo Chu could not stand idly by. She took a deep breath and strode forward. Without waiting for Ning Yiyuan to speak, she placed his arm across her shoulder and shifted most of his center of gravity to her. This way, Ning Yiyuan would use much less strength.
