He suddenly stopped and looked at her coldly.
She lay on the ground in the night wind, her long hair disheveled and her face pale. She was as fragile as thin paper, drenched in sweat, filthy, and she had a large equipment bag on her shoulder with a nylon strap mostly fallen off, tangling around her feet, making it impossible for her to move a step.
He reached out to yank at her bag strap, using force, it pressed against her injured legs and feet, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Lu Shifeng...!" Her breath was unstable, almost crying, "Don't do this, I really can't walk anymore...!"
