Qin Song did not expect Jin Zelin to return suddenly. He hurried to put on his coat, but it was too late; Jin Zelin had already seen it.
Their eyes met, and neither spoke.
Jin Zelin was a bit shocked, his mind swirling with countless thoughts, unsure of what to say.
As for Qin Song, he too didn't know what to say for a moment and could only watch as Jin Zelin slowly walked towards him.
Jin Zelin's hand fell on Qin Song's shoulder,
Here... Last night it was fine, the skin was so strong and smooth, but now... blood is seeping out.
This guy...
Just when he was sparring with Yunqing, he stood in front of him and Yunqing, even extending his right hand to block the attack...
He was already injured, and trying to block the move... wouldn't it worsen the wound?
This guy, does he not fear pain?
He really isn't made of iron!
"Don't you feel pain?"
Jin Zelin was both angry and annoyed.
Qin Song merely replied lightly.
"It's just a minor injury."
Jin Zelin: "..."
