Tristan Mu seemed to be suffering from 800-year-old pharyngitis. He cleared his throat again and wanted to stand up. Orion Le probably still remembered how weak he was when he couldn't stand still, so he subconsciously extended his hand.
Tristan Mu couldn't honestly say that he was really scared and his legs were weak just now, so he said in unnecessary words: "My... my ankle was sprained when I came up just now."
Orion Le moved her hand to Tristan Mu again: "Yeah, let me help you go!"
Tristan Mu gritted his teeth and admitted, holding Orion Le's slender but strong hand: "...Thank you."
Tristan Mu shifted his attention and looked around. He saw behind Orion Le that the road that had been taken out could carry the wounded. It was not clear whether the car could pass through, so he asked Orion Le, "Where is the luggage? Did the people just throw it into the car and leave?"
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