"Captain, you're injured. Let me help you treat the wound." Yan He walked over with emergency supplies, speaking cautiously.
His white shirt was stained with blood, and his arm was still dripping, making a shocking sight.
Only then did Yan Song realize he was injured. Touching the wound and thinking of that person, his cold, hard brow softened a bit, catching Yan He's attention. She thought he agreed and in her excitement, she moved to unbutton his shirt.
Yan Song quickly sidestepped, his gaze coldly cutting at Yan He. Her outreached hand hovered stiffly in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.
"No need, I'll handle it myself." With those words, he turned and left, his tall, upright silhouette as sharp and cold as a sword.
Yellow Hair ambled to her side, letting out a long sigh: "Sis, let me give you some friendly advice; the sea of suffering is vast, turn back and find the shore, eh?"
If you continue headstrong, you'll pay for it dearly.
