C153 Convalescence

Even though she wanted to, her footsteps became weaker and weaker. Every step she took felt like she was walking on cotton, and the wounds on her legs and arms were still bleeding.

"Little... Something... I... Go... Still... "It's done …" You... Bring Me... "Go …" After Zhuo Qingyan spoke those words like a breath, her vision turned black and she fell straight to the ground