Chapter 783

The eastern sky gradually turned a pale white, reminiscent of a fish's belly. Willow held her lower abdomen with one hand, staggering forward. Her face was flushed with an unhealthy redness, yet her lips were almost blue-white. Sweat dripped from her forehead, soaking her hair and wetting her long lashes. Underneath those long lashes were her almond-shaped eyes, misty with pain she was desperately enduring. Extreme weakness caused her gaze to scatter occasionally, but she persevered with immense willpower. "Walk faster!" A hoarse voice came from behind her—Xaviar. At the same time, the gun pressed against her waist nudged forward slightly. Xaviar followed right behind Willow, and his situation was hardly better than hers. His spine had been shot by Aiden years ago, resulting in partial paralysis. Later, after some treatment, his condition improved slightly. But he could only manage to walk with a cane. Along the way, to stay hidden, they chose paths that were difficult to traverse. If