Ouyang Xueqing gasped. "Your face!" She ran her gaze on every inch of his skin. There was a large gash of wound spanning from his cheek to his jaw. His right eye was bruised and his robes was dirty, tattered and splashed with blood here and there. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.
He coughed softly. "Princess…"
"I heard that Ren Yupei is as strong as you when he got serious. What should we do?" She grew panicked as more wound was found on his body.
Even when smiling hurt like hell, An Zhengnan willingly lifted the corner of his lips and grinned. "I am okay," he comforted her.
Seeing her worried and anxious face up close, he felt a gush of warmth growing in his heart and the hellish pain he went through just now flew away in a blink of an eye. Even the headache he got from dealing with the aftermath seemed like nothing at all if he could get her to be more caring toward him.
