He hugged Tang Huai tightly.
He could only hold her tight and tell her he didn't want her to get hurt.
Looking at his deep face and knowing eyes, Tang Huai knew what he was thinking.
She chuckled, "Brother Jing Xuan, don't make such a sad face, I'm not in pain."
Jing Xuan was a person with immense pride. Seeing Tang Huai teasing him, he glared at her, "I'm just worried about you, but I'm not about to cry!"
"Your face is all stretched out, stop denying it."
"I'm worried about Huanzi!"
"Even I can tell you're worried about Tang Huai," Gu Jiajia said with a pout.
If she could feel concerned for Tang Huai, how could Jing Xuan possibly not feel the same?
The wound was neither long nor deep, but it had bled a lot. How many nourishing foods would she have to eat to make up for all that blood?
