"Hiss!"
When she saw Lu Tianxing's shoulder wound, Bai Zhiqing couldn't help but gasp in shock. There, embedded in Lu Tianxing's shoulder, was an ivory-colored bullet. The flesh around it was drenched in blood, creating a particularly harrowing sight.
Bai Zhiqing covered her mouth, struggling not to cry out. She found it hard to imagine how Lu Tianxing, after sustaining such an injury, pretended to be unharmed and managed to escape with her from the assassin's grasp.
"Lu Tianxing, how do you feel? Shall I drive you to the hospital?" Bai Zhiqing said, her face slightly pale as she clenched her fingers.
"No need, it's just a minor injury. Wife, if you find the blood repulsive and can't stand it, you can turn away. You don't have to look," Lu Tianxing said, forcing a bright smile and speaking gently.
Hearing Lu Tianxing's words, a sudden pang of sorrow welled up in Bai Zhiqing's heart. Lu Tianxing still didn't want her to understand him.
