Treating Wounds

Wanwan stood once again in the stairwell, tossing her sword aside and swiftly dashing down the stairs.

“Brother…”

Her anxious voice carried a hint of tears. Xia Zhihuai propped himself up from the ground, touching his damp forehead and inwardly cursing.

His luck truly knew no bounds!

Falling and hitting his head, it seemed worse than Fan Yulei’s injuries.

It made him want to curse.

Upon hearing Wanwan’s urgent cry, he immediately leaned against the wall and used his other hand to support his lower back as he stood up.

Watching Wanwan jump down the stairs, his heart nearly leapt out of his mouth in fear. He quickly opened his arms to catch her.

However, after Wanwan landed, she evaded his embrace and stood firmly on the ground, wrapping her arms around his leg. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, “Brother, wuwuwu… I thought you were done for.”