Chapter 1245 - Keep quiet!
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas StudiosWhen he opened his eyes again, he could feel the dizziness abiding. He knew he had reached his maximum physical capacity.
His heart grew anxious, and a deep sense of helplessness overcame him.
If only he were Superman.
Alas, he was not.
He was presently upset with his powerlessness and inability to protect his brother. He swung his fist to the ground in uncontrollable anger; tiny red capillaries floated to the surface of his knuckles.
"Why are you doing this?!" Lisa held tightly to his fist.
Hasn't this fool suffered enough injuries?
He reached out to wipe away the perspiration on his face. Forcing himself to stand up, he swayed and his eyes blacked out once more, sending his body to tumble heavily forward!
She rushed to hold onto his center of gravity.
The moment she touched him, she could feel the mind-numbing chill on his skin.
It was so cold that it seemed to seep through her clothing and freeze her blood flow as well!
His clothes were all wet from the dew trapped as they trekked through the jungle, and some parts were even mangled with blood.
He had pushed himself to go on this journey despite his extreme fatigue. At this moment, he no longer had any power left to carry himself further.
He had insisted on carrying Youyou in his kind of condition earlier, too.
This went to show how tenacious his willpower was.
Lisa simply carried him on her back.
The older one was taller by half a head to his twin; hence, he was much heavier as well.
The girl had hardly any strength left as well. Mu Yichen's weight was nothing to her on any other normal days, but today, her body actually shook and almost buckled under the load.
His head lay limply on her shoulder as his urgent breathing reverberated in her ear. She could still feel the strong, quick beating of his heart against the fabric. Thump, thump, thump!
His skin was burning, and with him on her back, she started on the journey again.
The wind was blowing strong on this mountain road.
She was already wet with perspiration, and when a particularly strong gust of wind blew across, and she was suddenly feeling wet and cold.
The boy opened his eyes groggily from his semi-conscious state. He could feel himself being carried on someone's back. He looked down and saw her determined-looking side profile.
The cold gust of wind blew and messed up her hair with her long and dense eyelashes.
Observing her profile at such proximity, he discovered that she actually looked stunning.
There was a special aura about her.
Although she looked so aloof and lifeless, as if she were an ice sculpture where the blood flowing through her veins had turned to snow, she roused heartache.
She appeared distant and cold, yet one could not help feeling close to her.
She was starting to feel lightheaded from the long trek through the night.
She was not a fighting machine but was made of flesh and blood—a human with limitations.
Thus, her footsteps slowed down eventually, too.
He protested weakly, "P-Put me down… I can walk—"
"Shut up!" She forced these words out of her mouth. "Keep quiet!"
She was frustrated enough.
Her legs were like lead that she could hardly lift anymore.
Her head was starting to feel dizzy, too. The scenery had slowly begun to blur and fleet before her eyes unknowingly.
