Within sight,
were the bright red hem of a dress and the fair, small legs that appeared.
Shen Xuanzhi slowly looked up and saw a face as lovely as a rose, provocative and gorgeous. She was holding an umbrella and frowning as she spoke.
"Shen Xuanzhi, how can a sickly person like you still be fighting with others?"
Shen Xuanzhi stood up, leaning against the alley wall, wiping the blood from his lips. He unsteadily held onto the wall as he walked. Huo Sijiao followed under her umbrella, saying, "Let me help you to the hospital, you look seriously injured."
"No need," Shen Xuanzhi said hoarsely. He coughed fiercely, which made his voice even raspier.
"What are you going to do then? You're in such a state that even taxi drivers would refuse to take you, and you might scare the passengers on the bus. Are you planning to walk home?"
"I don't need your concern."
"Shen Xuanzhi, I know how to repay kindness. Have you truly forgotten that half a year ago I..."
"Miss Huo."
