Xiao' AI rushed to the first aid kit and said,"it's just a small injury, but look at all these wounds. How can it not hurt? if your mother were to see this, she'd cry in heartache. Why is your winter training camp so cruel? you're still a child ..."
Xiao' AI's eyes reddened as she spoke. Yue tingfeng's hand did not look like that of a teenager at all.
Xiao' AI still remembered Yue tingfeng's slender, long, and fair hands before he attended the event. They were like those used to play the piano-they were beautiful.
But now, the wound was frighteningly red and swollen, and some places were even a little inflamed.
Yue tingfeng quickly consoled Xiao' AI."Auntie Xiao' AI, it really doesn't hurt. My injury isn't that serious. The others 'injuries are much more serious than mine."
Only his family would care if he was in pain, hungry, or cold.
Back home, Yue tingfeng felt that he was finally alive again.