Hearing Wei Ting's words, Su Meng did feel the wounds on her body starting to hurt.
When she was in the courtyard earlier, she had almost fallen down and pulled her wound once. If she pulled it again, the wound would definitely open up, and she would need a long time to recover.
With that thought, Su Meng stopped struggling and obediently leaned into Wei Ting's arms, letting him carry her up the stairs.
She consoled herself in her heart. Wasn't it just being carried up by Wei Ting? Anyway, she didn't suffer any losses. Wei Ting had walked so many stairs, and he would be the one tired in the end.
Su Meng's legs were sore when she came down, but she didn't exert any strength when Wei Ting carried her up, so she was particularly relaxed.
Wei Ting carried Su Meng up the stairs in one breath without even taking a breath.
