"Tear—" Su Luoyin glanced down at her hands. There were only some minor scratches and a little blood on them, not a serious injury. Coming to her senses, she hurriedly stood up to check on Luo Wen's injuries.
"It's okay, you're fine." Su Luoyin carefully examined Luo Wen and was relieved to see that her actions hadn't aggravated his injuries. She held Luo Wen's upper body and looked around helplessly. The fog was so thick that it seemed to swallow them both.
What should she do? Do it herself. What should she do? She didn't know where she was, and now she had no strength left. She couldn't do anything for him. Furthermore, the barrier Luo Wen had set up could hold back the people from Shenghan Mountain for a while, but they would surely be after them soon. The two of them were like lambs to the slaughter; those people would not let them go.
What should I do? What should I do?
"Are we really going to die here..." Su Luoyin murmured weakly while holding the unconscious Luo Wen. She still had some strength just now, but after the fall just now, she seemed to have lost all her strength in an instant.
She hugged Luo Wen and felt his blood flowing out of his body bit by bit, staining the entire ground red. It seemed as if all her strength had been drained away, and she could no longer move at all.
"Am I really going to...die here?" A tear fell silently, and she closed her eyes, hugging Luo Wen tightly, holding him tightly with her last bit of strength, as if holding on to her whole hope. She held this person tightly, held this cold and heartless person tightly, held this person who said he loved her and wanted to give her everything.
She knew he had never wronged her. It was her, it was all her. It was her fault, it was her humbleness, it was her never wanting to fit in with this world, it was her never truly wanting to understand him.
"Is this the final punishment you've given me? Are we going to...die together?" Tears soaked her eyelashes, and the whole world turned a bright red. Suddenly, she heard a distant song, so distant, yet so familiar, like the whispers in a dream.
"Little girl, why are you giving up hope at such a young age?"
Su Luoyin was baffled, only to hear a kind old man's voice ringing in her ears. To Su Luoyin, who had already given up hope at this moment, the voice sounded particularly pleasant.
Su Luoyin opened her eyes instantly and stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her. The old man had white hair and was stroking his beard. He was dressed in a white robe that looked like a fairy. When he saw Su Luoyin looking at him, he smiled gently with his eyes curved.
"You. Who are you and why are you here?" Su Luoyin asked in a daze.
"Me? I'm just an ordinary man." The old man smiled again, gently brushed his long beard, looked at Luo Wen in Su Luo's silver ring, and changed the subject, "But, your friend seems to be seriously injured."
"Is he, is he beyond saving?" After hearing the old man talking about Luo Wen, Su Luoyin suddenly remembered what was the most important thing and asked the old man hurriedly.
The old man stared at the fallen Luo Wen, his face solemn, "This...is not a big deal."
"From the looks of him, I think he's just lost too much blood, and his spiritual energy has been greatly depleted, and he's been overworked lately. It's nothing serious. I think he'll be fine after a few days of rest."
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