Moments later, Da Bao sat inside the tent holding Nuonuo. The little girl kept quietly sobbing, clutching Da Bao's clothes tightly with her uninjured hand, trembling in his arms, and murmuring, "Brother, it hurts... Brother, it hurts..."
The expression on Da Bao's face turned pained and conflicted due to the little girl's quiet moans, for the first time in his life, his heart felt like it was being torn apart painfully by a strong wrench.
This pain was different from the kind Da Bao experienced when he was sick.
When Da Bao was sick, the pain was sharp and intense, a kind that made one want to bash their head to end their suffering.
But the pain he felt now was suffocating, accompanied by irritability, strong but not fatal, yet making one restless and inescapable.
Da Bao tried hard to endure the pain in his heart, gently comforting the still trembling little girl, "Nuonuo, be good, don't cry. It won't hurt after Uncle bandages you." He gently caressed her fragile back.
