Xu Musen could now understand the persistent sense of dread and insecurity that had always haunted Yao Mingyue.
A cool yet stinging sensation spread through his arm.
Xu Musen turned his head to look, An Nuannuan had also boarded the ambulance, and she was now disinfecting and treating the wounds on Xu Musen's arm with iodine.
Until now, he hadn't felt a thing, but Xu Musen had been seriously injured himself, with shocking abrasions all over his body.
Tears glittered in An Nuannuan's eyes; she didn't know how to comfort Xu Musen at that moment. All she knew was that Musen needed care and someone to accompany him now.
Xu Musen watched her. Just moments ago, she had been safe, yet she still chose to run over and stand in front of him.
This fool, what if they really hadn't managed to dodge in time?
She was already in poor health, wasn't she afraid she might never be able to stand again?
