Dragging Herself

The rain stopped sometime when she was still unconscious, the void was again back to its normal self, and the ground was little wet and muddy as a sign of heavy rain in the previous day.

A figure was sitting against the rock still unconscious, the hair that was dripping water before dried, several strips of the robes were soaked in the mud while the blood that seeped from wounds has also stopped, anybody could observe and tell, she was looking like broken warrior.

A warrior who lost a battle where he lost his dear one.

If the warrior was Jen Xuan Rong, then it was certain that she was not defeated yet.

Wounded? She can sew her wounds.

Broken? She can find the one whom she lost and patch.

Defeated? No Way, never.

The word defeat does not exist in her terminology.