Helping Xiao Yuan up, Su Chen asked with concern and apology, "Yuan'er, are you alright?"
Xiao Yuan shook her head. Su Chen called her Yuan'er, and she was not the slightest bit uncomfortable with it.
Suddenly, tears poured down Xiao Yuan's face.
"What's wrong? Yuan'er, does the knife wound hurt?" Su Chen asked concernedly, his eyes drawn to the knife wound on Xiao Yuan's neck, which was bleeding profusely and somewhat glaring.
Xiao Yuan shook her head, bit her own lip, stepped forward, and moved closer to Su Chen, her voice choked with emotion, "I'm sorry, because of me, you…"
Xiao Yuan was utterly shocked, moved, and heartbroken. Her pale hands trembled as they brushed over the scars, blood holes, and broken bones on Su Chen's chest. She bit her red lips, trying to control herself, trying hard to control herself, but tears still fell like droplets.
