"Are you rested?" Lin Yi asked as he fussed with the blanket beside her, then helped her to her feet under her puzzled gaze.
Then Lin Yi squatted down in front of her, motioning for her to get on his back, "Get on, I'll carry you!"
"Ah? Ah... ow ow!" Li Huiyuan hadn't come to her senses yet, and without having time to wipe away her tears, she quickly climbed onto him.
One of her feet was weak, and she mounted somewhat awkwardly. Lin Yi had to support her buttocks several times before she settled down.
The Qing dynasty had fallen, and now at a life-and-death moment, no one cared about proprieties like not touching between men and women.
Once she was settled, Lin Yi secured both of them tightly together with the blanket.
"This is the only thing among daily necessities that can be somewhat stabilizing; just bear with it," he said.
