Shen Mosheng was somewhat at a loss whether to cry or laugh as he softly called out, "Yingying..."
"You're so handsome, you should be proud."
"It's just a shell, what's there to be proud of?"
"Not everyone gets to have such a good-looking shell."
Shen Mosheng thought about it and agreed with a nod.
"Silly," Han Yingying chuckled as she poked his face, finding Shen Mosheng surprisingly easy to tease.
Because they were both covered in blood, they had to wait a long time before a driver was finally willing to take them.
As soon as they got in the car, Han Yingying hurriedly explained, "Driver, don't be afraid, this blood isn't ours."
The driver's hand trembled.
Isn't that even scarier?
"There was an incident today where someone got hurt, we helped save them, and that's how we got all this blood on us."
Upon hearing this, the driver kept heaping praise, "Heroic good Samaritans, you're bound to receive good karma."