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Just as she emerged from her space, the tent curtain was violently ripped open by Fu Hanwen.
Upon seeing that slender figure inside the tent unharmed, Fu Hanwen's tightly wound nerves relaxed.
"Brother Fu!" Xiao Ruo, limping, ran towards him.
His gaze fell upon her injured foot, and his handsome face darkened as he strode forward to catch the small figure that threw herself at him.
He didn't speak, just held her tightly.
Damn it, he had let her suffer fear and worry alone again.
Sensing the coldness radiating from his body, Xiao Ruo said softly, "Brother Fu, I'm fine."
"I'll take you back to the tent first," he said, disregarding the many soldiers outside and directly lifting her horizontally into his arms.
"Brother Fu, what about Lv Min?" Xiao Ruo didn't want to go back to the tent.
Fu Hanwen looked down, meeting her anger-filled little face, "She's in the commander's tent, do you want to go there?"
"Yes!" Xiao Ruo said with a determined face.