Zhao Yan's leg injury hasn't fully healed, and she can't use her True Qi for three months. At this moment, a long-distance sprint is impossible for her.
Having Lingzhu carry her is not an option either since Lingzhu's cultivation is insufficient. Besides, she's not fast on her own, and carrying Zhao Yan would surely mean they won't escape.
After listening to Ding Fan, Zhao Yan blushed. Although she knew Ding Fan had her best interests at heart, she had never let another boy carry her before.
However, Zhao Yan also realized that now was not the time for shyness, so she nodded her head straightforwardly.
Seeing Zhao Yan like this, Ding Fan finally felt relieved.
Previously, he was worried Zhao Yan wouldn't set aside her modesty as a girl, but now that she had, it saved a lot of trouble.
Without further ado, Ding Fan directly lifted Zhao Yan onto his back.
Zhao Yan's body wasn't heavy; her body was soft and warm. Ding Fan could feel her body heat on his back.
