Shen Liangchuan was stunned beyond words.
He looked at the woman before him. There was a thick bandage around her head, making her tiny face look terribly pale.
She looked around and stood still for a while before lifting her head to survey her surroundings again, as though trying to decide where to go. Then she frowned as though in deep contemplation.
Shen Liangchuan had no idea what she was doing, but the moment he saw her, he was relieved. At the same time, he frowned when his gaze fell on the dressing around her head.
Xiao Qiao was injured?
How had she gotten injured?
Why had she injured her forehead?
What about her arm? Had it recovered? Her leg?
As all of these thoughts ran through his mind, he suddenly saw her being startled and jump like a deer that had encountered a pack of hunting dogs. She immediately moved away.
