Mo Shiqian reached out and held her face, his voice deep and resolute, "If you want to cry, just let it out. There's no need to hold it back." After a pause, he added indifferently, "These injuries were meant to be shown to you, which is why they're on my face. They're actually just minor wounds, not a big deal at all, okay?"
He'd have been better off not saying anything, as his words only made her tears fall uncontrollably.
Her icy fingers carefully touched the corner of his lips, and with a voice trying to hold back sobs, she asked softly, "Aren't you supposed to be very good at fighting? How did you get hurt then?"
Mo Shiqian furrowed his brows, holding her cold hand in his. He smiled faintly, "Of course, I won. It's just that they had more people, so I took a few hits."