Su Yaqing crouched beside Lu Yuan, looking at the boy lying unconscious and limp before her. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to stand despite the soreness wracking her body.
After using the Extreme Flame Bow, she was now utterly exhausted. Every inch of her ached, and even lifting an arm felt like a struggle. But when she looked at Lu Yuan's pale face, she knew she couldn't leave him out here in the valley.
After all, he was her savior!
She slowly bent down, her legs trembling slightly. Carefully, she slipped her slender arms around Lu Yuan's back and beneath his knees, intending to carry him in her arms. But the moment she tried to lift him, her strength gave out and she swayed, nearly falling over with him.
Su Yaqing furrowed her brow, tiny beads of sweat gathering on the tip of her nose. Gritting her teeth, she tried again, her arms tensing and her knuckles whitening with the effort. Every step was agonizingly hard; her feet wobbled as if she were walking on cotton. The cave entrance, only a few steps away, now seemed a thousand miles off.
She kept stopping and starting. Sweat trickled from her forehead down her cheeks, soaking the fiery-red strands of hair clinging to her neck. Her tousled hair stuck to her fair skin, swaying gently with her movements.
Her chest heaved with the effort of breathing, and sweat had dampened her crimson battle suit, tracing its soft contours. She looked exhausted yet captivatingly alluring. But Lu Yuan, still unconscious, was destined to miss this lovely sight.
After an immense struggle, Su Yaqing finally staggered into the cave, half supporting and half dragging Lu Yuan. The moment they reached the level patch of grass beside the spirit spring, she could