Jiang Zhi stared at the familiar face in a daze.
In her past life and this life, apart from her mother, Lu Mian was the only person who treated her well.
If she lost him...
Jiang Zhi could not tell whether she was acting in or out of character for a moment. She slowly raised her hand to cover his wound. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him.
She tried her best to remain calm, but her hands were trembling. Her smile brought even more sorrow than one would feel if she were to cry instead. "Are you kidding me? You speak as if you are leaving me... I, I will take you to the Doctor!"
She tried her best to help the man up, as if she wanted to carry him on her back.
However, she was only a weak princess. Lu Mian's tall body slid down from her back several times and fell heavily on the grassland.
The depression of despair, together with the darkness, slowly covered the grassland at dusk.
