Gu Qingxin cried, shaking her head, "I'm not injured, this is the general's blood."
The pain in her back was nowhere near one-tenth of a millionth of the pain in her heart. The General had nearly been killed just to protect her from Beiming Shasha's assault.
Hearing her say this, Beiming Han finally breathed a sigh of relief. He frowns and says, "Lie down, let me first take care of the wounds on your back. With Jingqing here, the General will be okay."
"Really? The General won't die, right?" Gu Qingxin clutched the man's hand tightly, her large teardrops falling like beads off a broken string.
Looking at her helpless and fearful look, Beiming Han didn't hesitate and helped her lie down on the bed.
With Beiming Han's assurance, Gu Qing's frightened and anxious heart finally settled down.
