I want to take a look at your leg, Yingluo. Lan Xiao was a little nervous and he pursed his lips. Was the bone in his leg broken?
"I'm fine, don't worry." He replied indifferently.
Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the bed.
"Put on your shoes first."
A pair of Cotton Slippers were neatly placed at her feet.
Lan Xiao obediently put it on. Then, she held his hand tightly and asked worriedly.
"How's your leg? Did he break his bones? Other than these few wounds that I can see, are there any other fatal wounds?"
Wen Muchu pursed his lips and raised his hand to rub the hair on her forehead.
"It's just a small injury. There's a fracture in my calf. I've put on a cast and will recover after resting for a while. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Lan Xiao looked up and saw his bloodshot eyes. His heart ached.
"It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have been ambushed."
