Only then did he sigh in relief and did he untie the bandage to reapply the medication for her.
His actions were ever so earnest and gentle, and his technique was also very professional. She could not resist shuddering at the cool sensation from her wound.
"Does it hurt?" His nervous gaze lifted.
Her lips pursed in silence, though.
His hands worked nonstop at bandaging her wound. When he was done, he suddenly stood up and turned to leave.
Feeling uneasy, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist at once.
The man froze in his steps, slightly surprised by her action.
"Don't leave…"
She was scared… really scared…
"Mu Yazhe, don't leave… I didn't mean to hurt you with those words…"
Her voice was broken from choking on her sobs. She hugged him even tighter.
"Don't leave…"
Her helpless and panicky appearance was akin to a boat drifting in the open sea in the middle of a storm.
