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She knew that in that situation, blocking the knife with his bare hands might be his only way, but as long as she saw his bloody right hand, her heart could not help but tighten. Seeing his indifferent face, she could not help but feel angry.

Seeing the worry and heartache in Qing 'er's eyes, a-Qing smiled and lowered her head obediently.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late. They quickly hailed a taxi and arrived at the nearest Community Hospital. Along the way, Qing 'er grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving. Her eyes were red as she stared at his wound.

sister Qing 'er, it's really not serious, Yingluo, " he said carefully.

"Does it hurt?" She looked up at him, tears still welling up in her eyes.

"It's alright, this pain is nothing." He answered obediently.

However, after hearing his words, Qing 'er's tears fell. "This little pain is nothing? Then what kind of pain was considered pain? Yingluo, how old are you, Yingluo?"