Cui Lingyao fell to her knees, reaching out a trembling hand to check for his breath.
He was breathing.
The tension left her body in a rush. She quickly patted his face. "Shen Tingyu? Shen Tingyu, wake up!"
There was no response.
They weren't completely on the bank yet, and river water lapped at their bodies from time to time.
Cui Lingyao glanced around. They were in the middle of nowhere.
No villages, no signs of life.
There was only a small, weed-choked path nearby.
Clearly, no one had been here for a very long time.
And after such a heavy storm, it was unlikely anyone would pass by to rescue them.
Her only hope was that Xie Jinbai's men would find them soon.
But the most pressing matter right now was Shen Tingyu.
Cui Lingyao coughed weakly a few times. Forcing herself to rally, she unhesitatingly removed her outer robe, bandaged the wound on Shen Tingyu's back, and then dragged the unconscious man fully onto the bank.
