Mo Roulan looked at herself finally.
Her pant leg was stained with blood because of the wound she got while fighting with the wolf. Her arms had scratches where blood had clotted completely.
Indeed, she needed to apply something to her wounds to stop any kind of infection to spread. But…
"I wish to stay here."
She didn't want to leave He Jian.
He Zhuang however wore a strict expression on his face as he said
"My son won't like it if he came to know about this. Go and get your wounds dressed. You can't do anything here anyways."
As much as the words were a fact, it stabbed Mo Roulan's heart. Indeed, she can't do anything.
"Don't you hate me, Mr. He?"
She asked He Zhuang and then continued
"He is in this condition because of me…you must hate me, right?"
He Zhuang's face still had that cold and calm expression as if the worry he had expressed some time ago was someone's illusion.
