Pang Meiqin carried Yao Feng on her back, running along the predetermined passage. The exertion tore open the wound on her thigh that hadn't yet healed, and blood began to flow down.
"Sister Meiqin, just run, don't worry about me!" Yao Feng woke up from the jolting and saw Pang Meiqin's black hair completely drenched, clinging to her cheeks in strands, and couldn't help feeling immense pity for her.
Under the dim yellow light, Pang Meiqin ran, her heavy breathing like a hammer relentlessly pounding Yao Feng's heart. He was a man, after all; he should have been the one to bear everything. How could he let her suffer so much?
Pang Meiqin didn't have time to respond, focusing solely on escaping to the next prepared hideout. Droplets of sweat fell and hit the floor with a distinct plop, quickly drowned out by the insane, thunderous shrieking of the pursuing swarm of insects. They were getting even closer.
