There were no tools here, no way to extract the bullet, let alone disinfect or bandage it. She could only remove her scarf from her neck and carefully wind it around the wound at his waist.
After doing all this, An Ziqi turned around, huddled up with her head to her knees, and ignored him.
Helpless, Xiao Moli reached out to pull her into his embrace, pinching her small face, urging her to look at him, "Don't worry, I'm really fine."
An Ziqi did not dare to struggle. Her eyes were red as she looked at him, choking on her words, "What if I was the one who got hurt and hid it from you…"
Xiao Moli sighed. He really couldn't bear to see her upset.
"I understand, it won't happen again."
"You're not allowed to let it happen again."
Annoyed, An Ziqi reached out as if to punch him, but instead, remembering his injury, fiercely pinched his face.
Xiao Moli's handsome face was distorted from her pinching. He looked at her helplessly, "Yes, it will never happen again."
