Gu Huanhuan was actually still conscious, just extremely exhausted, especially after the confrontation that had kept her nerves taut. Once she could relax, her entire body went limp.
When Wen Chi came and held her in his arms, she was aware of it.
Her long hair messily spread over her bloodstained bare shoulders, sweat drenched Gu Huanhuan's forehead, her face as pale as paper, the corners of her mouth bloodied, her cheeks swollen like steamed buns. Her spirit was nearly collapsing, not knowing what would have happened if they had been even slightly later, she dared not think about it, the mere thought filled her with immense fear.
Even though she now lay in Wen Chi's arms, she still shivered uncontrollably.
Just thinking about those people's faces felt like a nightmare.
Suddenly, she slowly opened her eyes, looked up at him, and then gave a very weak smile, her voice trembling and somewhat hoarse, "Chi…."