"Be careful!"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded. Yue Jiaojiao's heart settled and she subconsciously looked up.
Zhao Zhan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. The two of them barely dodged the horse's hooves and took two steps back, almost falling to the ground. Zhao Zhan steadied himself first and looked her up and down. "Jiaojiao, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Only when they met did Yue Jiaojiao realize that her longing for him was deeper than she had originally thought.
Zhao Zhan's face was still wrapped in a face cloth, revealing only his bloodshot eyes. His hair was a mess, and there was a gray mark on his forehead. He was exhausted and in a sorry state.
"Zhao Zhan, how many days have you not slept?"
His skin had become darker, but the dark circles under his eyes were still as obvious as before, worse even.