Mu Xiangwan felt a sour lump in her throat, the red tide of emotions swelling in her eyes, but she managed to say understandingly, "It's not your fault that you've come, it's already not easy..."
Speaking of this, she remembered something very important.
Seeing her struggle to sit up, Su Chaoyang was puzzled, "What's wrong? Is your wound hurting again?"
The wound was always in pain, every inch of her body hurt, she had grown numb to it. She just suddenly remembered, his gunshot wound on his chest hadn't healed yet! Those guys had beaten him up earlier, and they'd walked such a long distance, all the while he'd been supporting her!
The wound must have reopened!
As she struggled to get up, Su Chaoyang didn't dare stop her forcefully, afraid of touching her wounds. Originally, Mu Xiangwan was so weak that she could only lean on him, but now she somehow found the strength to sit up and reach for his combat uniform.
