She protected her body with both hands, a sign of extreme vulnerability.
"Don't be afraid, Xuejun, don't be afraid. I'm here, and no one will dare to hurt you again,"
Zhuang Xuejun stared at her steadily for a few seconds, as if confirming the safety of her body.
When she saw her face clearly, tears suddenly streamed down, washing away the bloodstains on her face.
"Don't cry, it's okay now," Xia Weibao said softly.
She had never been so gentle even with Dog Emperor.
She wrung out the towel and gently wiped her face, wiped her body.
Just one look at those injuries, and her bloodthirsty impulse was unbearable!
Her medicine was very effective, her medical skills brilliant.
But no matter how good the medicine, it could only heal the wounds on Zhuang Xuejun's body. How to heal the wounds on her soul?
How to endure the mental and physical scars?
Feeling her guilt, Zhuang Xuejun suddenly grabbed her hand, her grip weak.
"Baby, I'm okay."
Xia Weibao paused for a moment, "What?"