On the way back in the car, Bai Xiao clung tightly to An Zhiyuan's hand, and only at this moment did she feel reassured.
The wound had actually been healed by her special ability and there was no serious problem, but she was still worried.
For no apparent reason, Bai Xiao's eyes reddened, and she leaned toward him, intimately wrapping her arms around his: "Why did you do that? If you hadn't rushed over, I would have dodged it. Do you know how scared I am that something might happen to you?"
At this moment, she didn't want to pretend to be strong anymore. She wanted to tell him about her worries; she wanted him to always be well.
Her special ability could even revive the dead, but it only worked if the person was still alive.
If the knife had been a few inches lower, it would have been An Zhiyuan's heart at risk.
Even if she had her special ability to rescue him, it would still have been extremely risky.