Yan Huan used her hand that didn't have a needle in it to hold onto his palm before placing it on her face.
"My feet hurt," she pouted. When there wasn't anyone to comfort her, she was more manly than any man out there. But when there was someone by her side, she was more girly than any woman.
"Good that you know its pain," Lu Yi pinched her face. "You haven't seen what you have become. There is a blister on your leg but you still leave it in the water. Your wound has gotten infected."
"Sorry," Yan Huan apologised. She didn't make any excuses for herself since she did push herself too far this time. She had imagined herself as too invincible but had forgotten that she was just herself. An ordinary girl that cannot beat a plane or a tank. She couldn't bomb India or snatch back the Diaoyu Islands.
Because she had overestimated herself, she had not only harmed herself but had almost taken Song Xihua's life.
