How could he easily throw his life away here? His life belonged to his wife; she had saved him so many times, not for him to throw it away here.
If he dared to have an accident here, his wife would go crazy for sure.
His voice was so hoarse that it startled everyone around him.
Looking at him again, his clothes were in tatters in many places, blood flowing from multiple wounds, with some wounds having already clotted with the fabric.
His face was all black, obscuring his original appearance, his lips were cracked and dry, with scabs of blood forming.
They had lost contact for two days and nights, meaning they went without food and drink for two days and nights, and seemed to have experienced several fierce battles.
Yet, Meng Xinian still stood on his own, walking toward the barracks.
Upon entering, he saw Wei Yixi lying on a cot, and he immediately walked over, kicked a bed next to Yixi's cot, and then lay down on it.
