Hua Cuo's expression changed dramatically, and he quickly chopped his hand to the side of Amman's neck, causing him to fall unconscious once again, but even in his unconscious state, Amman was still gripping Rong Zhi's wrist, fortunately, he had stopped exerting force, otherwise, if he continued twisting, Rong Zhi's hand might have been twisted off completely.
The dark fingers pressed against Rong Zhi's snow-white wrist, stark in their black-on-white contrast.
Hua Cuo was very anxious, "Ah Zhi, how is your hand?" His expression was filled with anxious pain, as if the injured person was not Rong Zhi, but himself.
Compared to Hua Cuo, Rong Zhi remained very calm, he turned to Chu Yu and said, "Princess, could you trouble yourself to fetch some medicine for my injury? Hua Cuo must keep an eye on Amman at all times and cannot leave for now."
Seeing Rong Zhi injured, Chu Yu's heart also became flustered, and she hurriedly agreed, setting out to find the medicine.
