"I'm fine," Huo Sicheng reassured, his grip on Gu Qingcheng's hand gentle and comforting. "Don't worry."
The tenderness in Huo Sicheng's eyes struck Gu Qingcheng's heart with an ache.
In the midst of this turmoil, he was more concerned about her well-being than his own injuries.
She withdrew her hand from Huo Sicheng's grasp and wordlessly began to remove his clothes, a determined focus in her eyes. His attempt to refuse her assistance was halted by the tense expression on her face, and he acquiesced.
Drawing close, Huo Sicheng's gaze fixated on Gu Qingcheng. Her teary eyes reflected his pallid face, making him feel like the center of her universe. His heart pounded, and a pulse of emotions surged through him.
Gently, Gu Qingcheng peeled away the black suit Huo Sicheng wore, revealing the embedded glass shards on his back. Blood had stained his white shirt, and the sight was jarring, staining her own eyes red.
