Chen Yuxin's delicate hand trembled and stopped suddenly. She was pampered all her life, how could she have ever seen such a wound? Ye Shikai could not turn his head around to see Chen Yuxin's expression at this moment, but he could imagine it in his mind.
"Xin, forget it, I'll bandage it myself." Ye Shikai forced a bitter smile. At this time, he would never have thought that in less than a year, such wounds would become a common occurrence for him. Of course, this is a story for another time.
"No, don't worry, I'm fine." Chen Yuxin looked at the bloody wound, terrifying to the point that even her complexion was trembling. Ye Shikai remembered the first time he went to the battlefield and witnessed real warfare—severed limbs, amputations, nearly made him vomit. It was somewhat like post-traumatic stress, but after psychological counseling, he got better.
