"Otherwise, how could these people possibly hurt you?"
As she spoke, Baili Xia's eyes suddenly became moist again.
Guilt, a deep sense of guilt, it was her fault that the strong Wu Ming had become like this.
Baili Xia was speaking from the heart. If it weren't for her, Wu Ming wouldn't have been so severely injured.
Moreover, even though he was gravely injured, he fought desperately to protect her.
Wu Ming slowly lifted his hand and gently brushed through her slightly messy hair.
He helped Baili Xia tuck the strands of hair behind her ears with such familiarity.
"Girl, this little injury won't do anything to me."
After saying this, he grabbed the edge of his clothing and tore it forcefully.
With a ripping sound, a piece of cloth was torn off.
Baili Xia knew what he intended to do, but his forceful action made her anxious.
"Wu Ming, don't move around."
Wu Ming looked at her calmly, shook his head, signaling Baili Xia not to move.
He reached out, pulled her arm to him.
