Wu Jian dropped Blonde’s heart and rushed over to Zhou Lihua. She couldn’t see past his mask as he knelt beside her, but she could somehow tell he was staring at her leg.
“A-are you okay? That looks really painful…”
“I’m… not fine, but I will be. Can you help me snap my leg back into place?”
“Mmm. It’s gonna hurt, so bite down on this.”
Wu Jian summoned a cloth, twisted it up, and gave it to Zhou Lihua, who stuck it inside of her mouth and clamped down. He reached out and tenderly placed his hand against her leg. He tilted his head. She could see his eyes staring at her through the eyeholes.
“Are you ready?”