Zixia wrapped the blood-soaked strip of cloth around Wang Zhaojun's palm, tending to the wound with utmost care.
As the coarse linen brushed against her skin, Wang Zhaojun instinctively flinched, but upon meeting Zixia's worried gaze, she managed a pale smile.
"What do we do now? Are we still looking for Han Xin?" Zixia tied off the final knot, her silver hair ornaments chiming softly as she looked up, the sound echoing through the empty expanse of the sand sea.
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