Whenever I embroider, my hands are steady as a rock, but now they tremble.
I look at Huang Wude's wound, washed pale by water, and his slightly swollen internal organs soaked by the water.
The tears flow more freely, and my lips tremble as well.
While in the warehouse, I was only thinking, since we can safely descend the mountain.
I'll wait until the situation is slightly stable to treat Huang Wude's wound.
Who knew that suddenly we encountered an unstoppable landslide, making it impossible to treat his injuries?
Even a Deity wouldn't be able to withstand such torment if injured so badly.
I can't suppress the emotions in my chest and I cry out loud.
In this unfamiliar environment, I have no time to care about the surroundings.
I only wish to save the little black weasel, whose injuries almost cover its entire body.
