Xu Youyou injured her right arm. However, apart from the inconvenience of daily life, it did not affect her much. She was only hospitalized briefly before she was discharged.
The driver's seat was hit the most severely. Although Mo Zhiyun's life was saved, she was seriously injured, and her legs were crippled. Her face was mottled with bruises, her lips were cracked, and her eyes were lifeless like those of a doll. It was as though she had lost her soul. Ever since she regained consciousness, she had not spoken.
When Xu Youyou saw the state Mo Zhiyun was in, her eyes could not help but redden in sadness.
Mo Shenbai put his arm around her shoulders and said comfortingly in a low voice, "This isn't your fault. You've done well…"
After all, if it were not for Xu Youyou, Mo Zhiyun would be in a crematorium right now, not the hospital.
"If only I could stop her…" Xu Youyou said, blaming herself for not being able to stop Mo Zhiyun.
