Behind Shi qiuwu and the others, Shi Yue, who was sitting in a wheelchair, stretched his head. His gaze peeked through the gaps between the figures and looked in song qingxiao's direction.
Shi Qi was still pushing the wheelchair. Seeing him poke his head out, he couldn't help but remind him, "
"They've already left."
"I know," The young man with a gentle temperament nodded his head in a good-tempered manner, but he still looked in her direction.
"I'm just taking a look."
There was a faint doubt in his eyes. As he spoke, he slowly reached out and touched his chest.
There was a scar left there. It had been pierced by the out-of-control song qingxiao during the Battle at the Imperial City.
He had almost lost his life, but he was saved in the end, leaving behind an extremely hideous wound.
"It's useless to look at it again." Shi Qi looked at his lowered eyelids and said, ""She wasn't even looking at you."
He then added, "
