The young man clenched his fists tightly, and his vicious eyes slowly narrowed.
Relying on his memory, Youyou got to the room where Gong Fan had fallen. He walked to the door and saw that Gong Fan was indeed on the ground. He was shocked. He first shut and locked the door before rushing over to pick Gong Fan up in his arms.
"Gong Fan, Gong Fan! Are you alright?!"
He suddenly noticed a sticky mark on his palm. His heart pounding, the boy looked at his palm. It was stained scarlet. Gong Fan was bleeding…
Heartbroken, the boy gently patted Gong Fan's cheek. "Gong Fan, are you alright? Gong Fan…"
Gong Fan's eyelids fluttered, and he finally opened them gently. When he saw Youyou's face through his blurry vision, he thought for a moment that it was the young man. He became nervous and subconsciously wanted to defend himself.
"It's me!" Youyou identified himself to him.
Gong Fan was relieved. "It's good that you're fine."
