Lin Wan looked at Han Yi's arm, noticing several new injuries on his chest, and felt a pang of heartache.
"Does it hurt?"
"Of course it hurts to get injured. I've experienced things like this many times, so I'm kind of immune to it now, as long as it's not some serious fatal wound. It's not a big deal."
"Make sure to exercise more in the future to avoid getting hurt," Lin Wan knew there were some things she couldn't decide on. The only thing she could do was to stay rational, not argue irrationally with him, and silently support him from behind. This was the best way for Han Yi.
"I know, I'll definitely practice my skills more in the future, so you won't worry." Han Yi wanted to say, your man might not be an all-around soldier, but I'm not far from it. On the battlefield, knives and bullets don't have eyes. It's not something you can control just because you're skilled. Being highly skilled only reduces the rate of injury.
