The man's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, and it was unclear how long he had been without rest.
He looked utterly exhausted.
Qiao An's back was almost completely devoid of an unscathed patch of skin.
It had taken the doctor over five hours to clean out the pieces of glass that had embedded into her flesh, and only then was it thoroughly cleared.
Now, she could only lie prone on the hospital bed; perhaps her body had gone numb, for she wanted to change positions.
The moment she tried to get up, it pulled at the wounds on her back, and sudden pain made her break out in a cold sweat.
Her complexion instantly turned pale.
"Mu Jingxi, what happened to me?"
Mu Jingxi's face showed reproach, "Don't you know what happened to yourself?"
She knew Ji Qingxin had no good intentions and still insisted on meeting her.
She knew that Ji Qingxin aimed to provoke and then harm her, yet she still acted impulsively, losing her reason.
