Just as that thought entered Han Zhifan's mind, his hand grabbed her wrist.
When he touched her soft skin, he came to his senses and realized what he had unknowingly done.
Why did I hold her back? I wanted to see if she was seriously hurt or not... but don't I want her to be worse off? What does the seriousness of her injury have anything to do with me?
As Han Zhifan slowly let go of Cheng Weiwan's wrist, he yelled at himself for being insane.
Just as his fingertips were about to depart from her skin, she turned her head because of his grasp on her and their eyes met.
Her gaze was dull and without any complex emotions, but it made him feel a little guilty.
