We don't have a chance do we

Indeed, the person who stood in the shadows under the window was Lu Ming. Hearing Qi Yu's voice, Lu Ming immediately turned around.

But what about the scar across his face? Not only was there a slanted scar across his face, but there was also a bloodstained cloth wrapped around his left arm. It was obvious that he had sustained serious injuries.

Qi Yu took a step back and covered her mouth as she exclaimed: "Lu Ming, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Ming realized that the pain on his face had scared Qi Yu and quickly retreated back into the shadows.

Qi Yu took a step forward and gently grabbed Lu Ming's left wall. Qi Yu didn't pay attention to him, instead, she reached out to pinch the wound that was tied to the cloth, and after doing this a few times, sweat immediately seeped out of Lu Ming's forehead. Lu Ming clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and did not make a sound.