"I've pulled my wound on the back," Ailin said weakly, seeking Nan Mufeng's sympathy.
Rustling sounds came from behind her; Nan Mufeng was getting up!
Ailin was delighted inwardly, patiently waiting for his concern.
"Last night, why didn't you dodge?" Nan Mufeng asked.
Ailin was taken aback and turned to look at him, "What did you say?"
"With your skills, you shouldn't have been unable to dodge," Nan Mufeng stared intently into Ailin's eyes.
Xiao Hang's heart tightened, also sensing something amiss.
Ailin's skills were not inferior to his, yet she got slashed! She did not dodge the first cut, nor the second. The closest person to her at that time was Nan Mufeng.
"I tried to pull you aside but couldn't. Why not?"
Before Ailin could answer, Nan Mufeng had already thrown out a second question. His tone was harsh, as if he was dealing with a subordinate.
