A deep frown marred He Jian's forehead and his blue eyes were fixed on Mo Roulan's leg as she staggered slowly further inside the room.
His arm was still around her shoulder but he couldn't help but want to pick her in his arms.
She must be feeling pain there.
However, looking at the girl who was staring at even his arm when he had put it around her shoulder outside the room, He Jian doubted that she will let him do what he wanted to do.
So he stayed silent and tried to help her in whatever he could do.
Still, a part of his heart was very bothered …very bothered by the fact that he couldn't pick Mo Roulan in his arms…that she didn't like it.
He suppressed the dissatisfaction inside his heart and helped Mo Roulan to sit on the chair that was placed in front of Mo Chen's bed.
Mo Chen was unconscious as Fang Zhihan had said.
