The car ran out of gas quickly after getting on the highway.
With no gas stations nearby, Ye Zhantian had no choice but to get out of the car with Nan Zhifeng and walk.
Nan Zhifeng had fled without putting on her shoes, and even though the highway was very clean, her feet were sore after walking for a long distance.
Ye Zhantian wanted to carry her, but she refused, "Your wound hasn't healed yet; it would be troublesome if it opened up again."
"I'm not that fragile."
Without further discussion, Ye Zhantian carried her on his back, and the two of them walked along the highway with a flashlight in hand.
In the quiet of the night, both could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.
"Where are we going?"
Nan Zhifeng looked ahead into the endless darkness as if there was no end.
"Wherever you want to go, I'll be with you," he said.
Ye Zhantian's voice was somewhat hoarse, probably because his wound was pulling and hurting, making talking difficult.
"Let me down, I can walk."
