Although she didn't see Zhuo Xiangnan's wounds, she noticed his movements and the slight frown on his brow, which prompted her to ask.
Zhuo Xiangnan heard Lin Yue's question and managed a slight smile.
"Just a minor injury," he replied to Lin Yue with a relaxed demeanor.
But his movement inadvertently pulled at his wound, and as the pain emanated from his waist, Zhuo Xiangnan's brow furrowed again.
"Is your waist injured?"
Lin Yue watched his movements before speaking, her gaze falling on Zhuo Xiangnan's waist. As she glanced at the wound, she saw the faint trace of blood seeping out.
"Your wound is bleeding?"
Upon seeing the trickle of blood on Zhuo Xiangnan's waist, she reminded him, her gaze filled with concern.
Zhuo Xiangnan followed Lin Yue's gaze to the trace of blood on his waist and spoke indifferently.
"It's nothing."
Saying this, Zhuo Xiangnan looked at Lin Yue and conjured a smile.
"When did the doctor say the baby is due?"
