Without a second thought, she withdrew her hand, which was still held by Mu Lingqian, reaching out to tear open his hospital gown.
His wound had ruptured again.
She didn't even know when his wound had reopened.
Mu Lingqian, you really mean what you say.
You even kept this from me.
Doesn't it hurt?
Does it really not hurt at all?
Wen Xiangyang ripped open Mu Lingqian's shirt. He glanced down at his abdomen and pulled his hospital gown back up.
The moment he saw Yan Ge holding Wen Xiangyang's hand in the corridor, his wound burst open. Yet, he didn't care at all.
Mu Lingqian tried to pull his gown up, but Wen Xiangyang gripped his gown tightly with her hands. Her eyes glued to his wound, she stubbornly wouldn't let him cover it up.
This audacious side of Wen Xiangyang was something he rarely saw.
Wen Xiangyang didn't say a word, she was unable to utter a single syllable.
At this moment, all she could think about was Mu Lingqian.