"I'm late."
Qin Ling squatted down, his gaze level with Tang Mo's.
He was truly blaming himself. If he had arrived just a little sooner, Tang Mo wouldn't have been hurt.
"Why didn't you protect yourself?"
At the same time, Qin Ling was genuinely angry—angry that Tang Mo had thrown her body into the fight.
Anyone could see that Tang Mo's fighting style was completely reckless. If she had been even a little more cautious, she wouldn't have been so seriously injured.
The wound on her shoulder wasn't her only injury. Once she was lost in the heat of battle, she'd long forgotten the pain, allowing the Black Wolf to leave plenty of marks on her body.
This was the first time Tang Mo had ever seen Qin Ling so grim. In her memory, he was always laughing and joking around. It was rare for him to speak to her with such stern seriousness.
"I can't stand up…"
