Her gaze kept moving back and forth over him, meticulously checking for any injuries. When she picked up his still clenched fist and saw the back of his hand, torn and bloody, her long eyelashes quivered, and her eyes instantly filled with heat. Her voice, tinged with a sob, couldn't hide her distress, "Your hand is bleeding... does it hurt?"
Bei Yiyi clutched his hand, her face displaying a frantic expression of not knowing what to do.
Wu Yao lowered his eyes, focusing on her face, with a glimmer in his eyes, and in a husky voice, he asked, "Yiyi, are you worried about me?!"
Bei Yiyi looked up at him.
Seeing the anticipation and warmth in his eyes, her heart stirred.
Though he could be quite annoying at times, his recent act of defending her by fighting with others not only impressed her but also moved her greatly.
Bei Yiyi, though voiced otherwise, "I'm not worried at all!"
"Not worried? Then why are you holding my hand so tightly?!" Wu Yao lifted his chin slightly.
