As long as it's not Jiang Nan.
As long as it's not him.
Mu Jingnan felt as if he'd escaped death, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. Once his mind relaxed, the pain from his wound grew like tangled vines.
Seeing the slight change in his expression, Situ Yunshu knew his wound had started to hurt again.
Never seen a guy so dramatic!
Just when his injury was about to heal, he somehow managed to aggravate it and it started bleeding again.
This man probably doesn't want these wounds to heal, right?
The tall, long figure of the man swayed, staggering back two steps weakly, as if he could collapse at any moment.
With a barely audible sigh, Situ Yunshu had to admit that she couldn't stand by and do nothing.
She couldn't just remain indifferent seeing his injuries like this.
She stepped forward, supporting his arm, and Mu Jingnan's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, fleeting and brief. His thin lips curled into a charming arc, "Honey, help me to the couch to sit for a while."
