Song Zhishan took a deep breath, barely suppressing the panic in her heart. She gently draped Zhang Jingyun's arm over her shoulder, hoisted him up with all her might, and stumbled into a hidden cave.
Inside, the cave was dim and deep, with only a few wisps of moonlight filtering through a crack in the ceiling, barely illuminating the path ahead.
Gazing at Zhang Jingyun's slightly pale face, Song Zhishan's gaze drifted downward. She discovered that his tunic was soaked with blood, sticking clamishly to his skin. It was impossible to tell how many wounds he had suffered.
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