"Your hand!" Xie Jue pulled his hand away, but Fang Chuning ignored him and reached inside his collar with his palm, feeling a patch of dampness. This man was in so much pain he was covered in sweat, yet his face betrayed nothing.
Fang Chuning was furious yet heartbroken. If it hurts, why not say so? Why endure it?
"I'll go call Zhang Lingzheng!" Fang Chuning made a move to leave the carriage, but Xie Jue hurriedly grabbed at him, just as the carriage descended a rough path. The wheels rolled over stones, causing a slight jolt.
Xie Jue missed his grab and dropped to one knee inside the carriage. A sharp pain shot through his knee as his body lurched toward Fang Chuning.
