Su Luo's heart grew colder. She reached out her fingers and gently probed the man's nose.
After waiting for a while, she finally sensed a weak breath passing over her fingers.
He was already weak and had lost a lot of blood. He was holding on with sheer willpower. If he was still in danger, he might have been able to hold on a little longer.
But when he suddenly relaxed, his body could not support him any longer.
Su Luo had removed her outer clothing earlier, leaving only one set of clothes on her body. She had torn open Jiang Shu's clothing from behind, leaving her whole back exposed to the air.
The small piece of fine cloth that was left was draped over the man's back by Su Luo. But it was too thin and had no effect at all.
She could feel the man's body temperature dropping continuously, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.
Su Luo gritted her teeth and put out the tinder.
