Wen Nuan touched his wound, her nose stung, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart ached. In the past, whenever she encountered danger, she always wished for Ye Feimo to appear in time, like a knight on a white horse, to take her away from harm. But now, she didn't want Ye Feimo to appear like a knight in her most dangerous moments.
If he came, he would surely get hurt, and she would rather he didn't come at all.
That way, at least he wouldn't be injured. Seeing him hurt, she also felt terrible, as if something was pressing down on her, wishing the injury were on herself instead. Recalling that scene now filled her with even more dread. Falling from such a height onto a ground strewn with scrap metal and sharp steel pipes, the injuries he sustained were already light. If anything truly serious had happened, what would she do?
