Meng Xinian had already passed out.
Moreover, there were several wounds on his face, chest, neck, and arms, likely inflicted by a sharp object, and they were still bleeding.
Chiang Xiao cradled him in her arms, and seeing him like this, and upon touching his burning temperature, she nearly lost her mind.
"Meng Xinian!"
She called out to him like that, but he didn't move at all, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Chiang Xiao's nose soured, and tears immediately began rolling down her face.
She had never imagined that he could end up in such a terrible state.
She had always thought that even if the situation was dire, he would at least be like the person in her memories, just temporarily unable to solve the problem; she hadn't expected him to be enduring with such a tragic condition.
This jerk.
She learned her boxing technique from him, and after a whole year, did he really have so little confidence that her skills would improve?
