She thought she was going to die, and the moment she saw him was like seeing her savior. His familiar scent made her feel at peace. She clutched tightly onto his clothes and didn't let go.
Pei Ziheng squatted down and checked her up and down. "Where is the injury, you're bleeding?"
Xia Ling was uneasy and confused. "I, I don't know." There was no more anger in her tone.
Pei Ziheng looked at her carefully again and found that there was a lot of dirt near her thigh behind her skirt. He asked, "How do you feel near where you're bleeding? Does it hurt?"
She shook her head. "I was just sitting here and when I got up, there was a lot of blood, but it doesn't hurt." She thought for a while before saying softly, "It seems like, seems like my stomach hurts a little. Brother Pei, am I… going to die?"
