Ye Muyu spoke and reached for his hand.
Previously, she clearly remembered Chu Heng blocking the sharp weapon with his hand.
Indeed, when she raised Chu Heng's hand, she saw the wound on his palm, with fresh blood still flowing down.
"Why did you use your hand to block it?" Ye Muyu was a bit angry, pressing her lips tightly as she searched for the ointment to apply on his hand.
Chu Heng saw that she was really angry and did not speak, focusing only on her, and even listening to her constant murmuring gave him peace of mind.
He actually didn't feel any pain in his palm.
That small wound was just a minor issue for him.
Precisely for this reason, the possibility that Ye Muyu might get hurt because of him made him feel even more uneasy.
This emotion felt like it was going to overflow from his chest.
Chu Heng tightly controlled his emotions, afraid of scaring her.
Ye Muyu gently tended to the wound, wrapping it up before looking up at him.
