When Xinyi and the family arrived, Zhiyuan's injuries were already stitched up by then. Xia Liqin cried as she checked him from top to bottom. "Zhiyuan…"
He faintly smiled. "I am alright, Mom. They are just minor injuries."
She smacked him on his shoulder. "Minor injuries? Look at all the dressing on your head! It's put as if some icing on the cake, and you say they are minor…" He eyes slightly reddened, "First you got hurt that day while protecting Xinyi and now this. It's as if bad luck is following you everywhere."
Zhiyuan glanced at Han Tian, and he nodded. He coughed and softly held her shoulder. "Don't worry, Liqin. Zhiyuan is fine. He can already be discharged tomorrow after observation."
She bit her lip.
Zhiyuan held her hand in his. "Okay? More importantly, Siying is fine. If he had been hurt, then I would have never been able to forgive myself," he clenched his fist.
