"Are you okay?" Xu Ke looked at the wound on the other's shoulder and the wound on his abdomen as he asked.
"No problem, just a minor injury, it's not too serious." The young man, clutching his abdomen, said with a grim expression.
"Thanks a lot for what happened today. If it weren't for you, I might not have made it out of here alive." The young man's expression softened considerably as he patted Xu Ke on the shoulder.
Previously, the man didn't like Xu Ke, although he seemed to be amicable on the surface, it was superficial. Now his gentleness towards Xu Ke was genuine, with no pretenses.
He's just that kind of person: when he dislikes someone, it's genuine dislike, but when he's good to someone, it's sincerely good.
