"Oh, okay..." Mu Yin, seeing that he didn't get angry or go crazy, secretly sighed with relief, feeling like she had narrowly escaped disaster. She didn't dare to argue and obediently started unwrapping the tangled layers of gauze.
The bandage wound under his arm, inevitably coming closer at times.
Mu Yin easily smelled his crisp scent, mixed with the smell of medicine and a faint scent of blood. Her mind wavered, and her fingertips accidentally touched his smooth skin.
She couldn't help but shiver as the last layer of gauze was ripped off.
The ghastly and terrifying wound appeared before her eyes, and Mu Yin incredulously gasped.
How could this be?
It was just a gun...
She remembered the scene at the Skyscraper where he was firmly holding her hand.
He was covered in blood; it must have been torn open then, right?
Tears suddenly welled up in Mu Yin's eyes.
