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Gunshot wounds are not like ordinary wounds, as even after healing, they leave behind scars of burned muscle tissue.
Her heart ached again.
Li Qiao reapplied his bandages, her gaze earnest and focused.
Suddenly, warmth brushed against her cheek, and she looked at Shang Yu in a daze, pausing in her movements, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Li Qiao's eyes were filled with undisguised tenderness, the corners red, as if countless emotions were hidden in her eyes, unable to be dispelled or cut away.
She looked straight into the man's eyes, and after a few seconds of not hearing him speak, she bowed her head and continued bandaging him on her own.
Having finally dealt with his wound, Li Qiao realized that her back was coated with a thin layer of sweat.
