After only a few steps, Huan Zhan came to a stop.
He glanced at Gou Feng's unsteady footing and frowned.
"This isn't working."
Without another word, he crouched in front of him.
"Come on."
He patted his shoulder.
"Get on."
Gou Feng blinked.
"You don't have to—"
"You'll only slow us down if you keep arguing," Huan Zhan interrupted.
"And your legs are shaking."
Gou Feng glanced at Shen Jiu, who responded with a small, almost imperceptible shrug.
"He's right."
The corners of Gou Feng's lips lifted into a sheepish smile.
"...Alright."
With Shen Jiu steadying him from the side, Gou Feng carefully climbed onto Huan Zhan's back.
Huan Zhan hooked an arm beneath Gou Feng's legs and adjusted his grip to make sure he was secure.
"Hold on."
With practiced ease, he rose to his feet.
"A-Jiu."
Shen Jiu looked at him.
"Walk behind us. If he starts slipping, catch him."
Shen Jiu gave a single nod.
Resting against Huan Zhan's back, Gou Feng couldn't help but laugh softly.
