The moonlight fell like water, gently cascading over Shen Yao and reflecting her anxious face.
Using all her strength, she finally moved the giant boulder aside and rescued Zhong Yun from the crevice. Zhong Yun lay in Shen Yao's arms, his face as pale as paper, his breathing as weak as a dying candle in the wind. The shocking wounds covering his body had dyed his clothes a dark crimson, a sight that made Shen Yao's heart ache as if it were being twisted by a knife.
"Zhong Yun, hold on! I'm taking you back right now!" Shen Yao's voice was laced with sobs as she pulled Zhong Yun closer, as if doing so could impart her strength to him.
Chapter 58