Yuan Zhiwen dragged an injured leg, struggling to move through the mountain forest.
It was already deep in the night, with a bright moon hanging at the zenith. Yet, dense foliage obstructed most of the moonlight, leaving only specks of it trickling down, forming patches of halo on the ground.
At this moment, Yuan Zhiwen's heart was no longer filled with anger, only fear and regret remained.
Fearful of the limitless lurking dangers in this midnight forest, regretful of his own negligence.
In merely half a day, the team following Yuan Zhiwen into the mountains only had four or five left, and all were injured.
Even Yuan Zhiwen himself fell into Zhao Ya's trap. Although the rescue was timely, his left leg was severely sprained, and such an injury, seemingly trivial, could be fatal at this moment.
This entire situation stirred a desire to retreat in Yuan Zhiwen's heart.
