Wen Nuan felt dizzy, almost fainting at the sight of blood. She bit her lip and pinched her arm hard to get through it.
She wanted to leave him ruthlessly, but her heart ached as if she herself had been hit by a stone.
"Let's go to the hospital." Without waiting for him to speak, she pulled his hand and dragged him towards the outside of Jing Garden.
"I'm not going." Leng Yan stubbornly planted his feet and refused to move. He was very strong, and even though Wen Nuan was healthy, she was helpless against his determination to stand still.
"Can you stop acting like a child?" She glared at him fiercely, then turned her eyes away as the sight of the blood made her uncomfortable again, and she shouted at him, "You'll die from losing too much blood!"
"Are you finally worried about me?" His head still throbbed, yet his heart felt sweet. Holding her hand tightly, Leng Yan laughed softly.
"Who's worried about you?" Angrily, she shook him off and strode ahead in a huff.
