Li Zhiyuan was held in Chen Xiyuan's arms.
The scenery on both sides was swiftly flying by.
Li Zhiyuan didn't understand why Chen Xiyuan was doing this.
Until the boy saw her eyes.
He understood.
Chen Xiyuan's gaze was both resolute and distracted, indicating that under severe injuries, she was now relying entirely on a survival instinct to hold on.
Her consciousness was already in a blurred state, taking him away wasn't any calculated plan, nor was it deliberate scheming, but...
Pure kindness.
Right now, he was being carried by her kindness.
It's really hard to imagine, that someone like her is in Zou Jiang, and that she could persist until now, participating in waves of the same level as his.
So, it's hardly surprising that the group led by the White-haired Youth wanted to seize the opportunity to kill her.
Because of her nature, she still had significant weaknesses.
