An accident?
Why did the accident happen to him instead of someone else?
Huo Jingting no longer spoke.
Of course, he knew it was no accident; he was clearer than anyone else about who wanted him dead.
Who else could it have been but that person?
A fierce light flashed in his eyes as Huo Jingting grasped her wrist and suddenly yanked it, "You care about me, don't you?"
Gu Nanqiao was stunned for a moment. She hadn't expected him to suddenly grab her, then, regaining her composure, she calmly raised both hands to pry Huo Jingting's grip loose, "Stop manhandling me all the time."
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"After all, we were together once," Gu Nanqiao ambiguously said, "Even though I keep telling myself to treat you like a stranger, you are not a stranger, Huo Jingting. You are seriously injured; I can't remain completely indifferent."
She was worried, but this concern had nothing to do with love.