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"What happened to me?" Luo'er asked with a hoarse voice.
"Thank heavens, you're finally alright," Tangmo said, her face showing delight, but her voice carried a hoarse cry.
Luo'er looked around. The tent was filled with sleeping bags, but most of them were empty. Not far away, a Magic Crystal Lamp was lit, its dim cold light filling the room.
Cheng Ziang leaned against the corner of the wall, watching him with cold eyes, trying to regulate his rapid breathing. Feng stood to the side, holding a knife and looking at him with concern.
Luo'er glanced to his side and saw Eve sitting on a sleeping bag not far to his left, her face etched with worry as she looked at him.
Luo'er tried to move but realized that his hands were tucked into Tangmo's armpits. He withdrew them somewhat awkwardly, only to find that his hands were sore and aching.
"What on earth happened to me?" Luo'er, having regained some strength, couldn't help but ask again.
