Wu Yun felt much better physically, and after she was set down, she saw Zhou Qian in his arms, her eyes tightly shut, blood streaming from her forehead, and asked anxiously, "What happened to her?"
"She must have hit the seat in front of her."
Song Guanchao looked around and said, "Let's keep moving and find a place to rest."
Half an hour later, they hid behind a slope.
The slope concaved inward, cleverly forming a cave-like spot where they could take shelter and rest.
Moreover, there was a large tree opposite them, its canopy diverting the rain and keeping the ground beneath it dry, which was quite rare.
Song Guanchao took off his clothes and pants, wrung out the water, laid them flat on the ground, and gently placed Zhou Qian on top of the clothes.
Zhou Qian, still unconscious, shivered slightly.
Wu Yun said, "She seems really cold."
Song Guanchao frowned, picked her up again, and said, "Help me."
"What should I do?"
"Take off her clothes."
"What?"
