"I'll kill the Sun Family." Tong Sanlang repeated, "Once she's dead, you won't have to worry anymore."
Qiao Xiaomai looked into his pitch-black eyes with her own wide open, realizing that he was serious. The corners of her eyes became hotter.
An indescribable feeling was surging in her chest, rapidly spreading throughout her body.
She sniffed, her voice hoarse, "You better tend to my wound first."
Damn it, she bled too much. She felt dizzy from the shock.
Upon hearing her words, Tong Sanlang leaned down to resume his task.
As the water washed over the wound, Qiao Xiaomai took a shallow breath.
It hurt, so bloody much it hurt.
She subconsciously grasped the bedboard tightly.
"Does it hurt?" Seeing her in this state, Tong Sanlang wished he could take the pain for her.
"With you around, it's just a scratch." Qiao Xiaomai looked at him, his face full of concern, and she managed to squeeze out a smile.
Upon hearing her words, Tong Sanlang's lips became tighter.
