Xiao Zhang had already run out with Huo Yijia in his arms. Blood stained his sleeve, but he seemed to be oblivious.
Huo Yijia weakly looked up and saw a firm side profile with a well-defined jawline. She thought that this man was so handsome.
"Thank you," Huo Yijia said while enduring the pain.
"Stop talking." Xiao Zhang lowered his head.
Huo Yijia saw his slightly red eyes. She was stunned. She slowly reached out to wipe them for Xiao Zhang.
"Don't cry. You're not the one in pain…"
"My heart aches for you." Xiao Zhang looked at how frail Yijia was and held back his tears.
"We have only known each other for two days, and we have not even spoken much. Why are you feeling bad?" Huo Yijia didn't react in time."
"Stop talking, okay? I'll take you to the hospital." Xiao Zhang looked at her.