"I know I'm useless, but I'm strong. I can carry you," Sang Zhi said, his voice thick with tears.
"It's not that I won't let you. Look at my injuries."
Sang Zhi rubbed his eyes and looked up.
Ye Qianning spread her arms, revealing three mangled claw marks stretching from her shoulder to her chest. "If you want me to die faster, then by all means, carry me."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi choked back a few sobs, but the tears started flowing again.
"Alright, alright, let's go. If we don't move now, we're going to be burned alive."
The upper half of the forest, including the area they had just left, was already billowing with thick smoke. The fire was spreading quickly.
It hadn't rained in a long time, and the weather had been hot lately, making the blaze ferocious.
Sang Zhi bent down, about to lift her.
Ye Qianning's eyes narrowed. She grabbed his shoulders, forcefully threw him aside, and raised her short blade to block her face.
