In the thick mountain forest, the rain woven into a massive curtain lashed painfully against the face, blurring vision.
Wufu carried Ah Jiu on her back, a bamboo basket in front, laboriously making her way down the mountain.
The unconscious weighed the most, her small frame struggling with the weight of a fully grown person was indeed challenging, not to mention trekking through the rain.
Forget it, consider it weight training.
Wufu let out a breath, lifted her hand to wipe the rain from her eyes, and slowly moved forward.
Ah Jiu, dazed and barely conscious, just managed to crack open her eyes and saw only a profile, lips pursed, resolute.
He opened his mouth but said nothing, and passed out again.
"Wufu, Wufu!"
Wufu, hearing her name called, was startled.
"Wufu, where are you?"
The calling grew clearer, and straining her eyes, she saw a lean figure in a straw raincoat, holding something in their hand.
