It was already dark after descending the mountain.
She insisted on walking by herself, but halfway up the mountain she was so exhausted and sweating profusely that she could not walk any further.
Fu Yanye squatted in front of her: "Get on."
Zhuo Jian hesitated.
"Do I have to rudely carry you down? You would complain that my shoulder hurts your abdomen."
Fu Yanye coerced her with words.
Zhuo Jian walked forward woodenly and then leaned on his shoulder.
For her, it was no longer just about abdominal pain.
She didn't know why, but from the beginning, she had never thought of giving up.
Indeed...
By the time the two returned home, Zhuo Jian's calves were still trembling.
Having taken off her coat and wearing only jeans with a form-fitting sweater, her condition was clearly visible.
The old lady, with well-maintained hands, pinched her slender calf: "What's wrong with you? Do you have low blood sugar? You're shaking so badly."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
