The clothes were ripped in several places, with bloodstains from abrasions on the arms.
Wyatt Yardley wasn't in much better shape either, with dried blood on his face, a split on the corner of his mouth, and blood seeping from his brow.
But she knew that only by getting close enough to a male could the Spiritual Spring regenerate in space.
At this critical moment, time was tight, and the injuries couldn't be delayed.
The fastest way was to kiss.
Wyatt Yardley froze, not reacting for a moment to why she abruptly suggested this.
But he didn't question it or hesitate for long.
He raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, bending down to kiss her.
The moment their lips touched, the surroundings seemed to fall silent for an instant.
This kiss had no trace of ambiguity, no tug of desire.
Only a trust and dependence that was almost instinctive.
It was like an exchange, a confirmation.
Yet he held her very tightly, his arms wrapped around her back, unwilling to let go.
