"Han Yuanjun..." Liang Zixuan gasped for breath as she shouted. As soon as she finished, her eyes turned red.
Han Yuanjun squatted down and touched her reddened face. It was so red that he knew it was not from a cold, but from fatigue.
When he had just arrived, he had noticed that they were the only class that remained in the field. The students had actually been crawling and running, and he immediately went over to see his woman.
Han Yuanjun gently pulled Liang Zixuan up and helped her sit down. Then, he held her waist and gently asked, "Can you walk?"
Liang Zixuan took a deep breath and tried to stand up with Han Yuanjun's hand. However, before she could straighten her legs, she collapsed.
Fortunately, Han Yuanjun held her tightly, otherwise she would have fallen onto the ground.
"No, let me rest a bit more."
