Injury!
He was injured?
Ye Lantian suddenly turned pale, her eyes widened with a dazed and heartbroken look as she gazed at him.
"You were injured, why didn't you tell me?"
He Longze endured the pain from the alcohol sting, slowly pulling up his clothes, surely not knowing that he had sweat on his forehead from holding it back.
Yet he forced a smile and spoke casually to Ye Lantian, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
"How can this be considered a minor injury? It was a gunshot wound to the chest, wasn't it?"
That perfectly round hole must be a gunshot wound.
He was actually injured, the bullet hit his chest; if fortuna hadn't been on his side, would she have almost never seen him again?
Thinking about that possible outcome, Ye Lantian gazed at him blankly, tears inexplicably welling up in her eyes.
He Longze felt a bit useless, letting this little girl discover his pain so easily, he was too useless.
