"I don't mean to harm you. I just want to help you."
Allen didn't know what to do.
He then stopped and pursed his lips, not knowing what the golden haired man in front of him wanted to do.
"I don't need others' help." The golden haired man said coldly.
Then he slowly stood up under Allen's gaze. The blood on his arm began to seep out and instantly dyed his sleeve red.
A step... Two steps
The golden haired man started to walk forward step by step, and then slowly ran again.
He ran past Allen without even turning his head to look at Allen.
"I don't need your help. Why are you so angry?"
Allen looked at the man with golden hair passing by and murmured helplessly.
Forget it. I'd better follow them and have a look...
Allen heaved a sigh of relief and ran after the golden haired man. He was still worried about him.
After all, he was injured. Allen was afraid that something bad would happen to him.