Lu Haichuan was deaf to everything around him. The agonizing pain from his scabbed wounds tearing open seemed non-existent; his eyes were fixed solely on that swaying, fragile figure.
However, when he rushed to Zhou Mingzhu and reached out his arms, he was met with a flicker of imperceptible withdrawal deep in her eyes.
"Comrade Zhou," he exhaled a heavy cloud of white mist, his voice sounding unnaturally hoarse, "let me help you back."
Chapter 75