Fang Xiaocao rushed to the woman's bedside, lifted the hair from her face, and only when she saw the lovely face under the strands did she finally breath a sigh of relief.
She had guessed right—it was indeed Hummingbird.
"Hummingbird, Hummingbird..."
Fang Xiaocao patted Hummingbird's lovely face, softly calling her name.
After a few calls, there was no response from Hummingbird.
But seeing Hummingbird's faintly rising and falling chest, Fang Xiaocao knew that she was okay.
Fang Xiaocao picked up the Dagger, cut the straps binding Hummingbird's limbs, then staggered over to the table, picking up both their clothes before returning to Hummingbird's bedside.
Suppressing the intense pain in her hand, she put on her clothes, secured her weapons close to her body, and sat on the ground next to Hummingbird's bed. With the Dagger and her good hand and teeth, she carefully bandaged her mangled hand.
"I wonder if it will get infected..."
