The tears flowed continuously from Yan's eyes, yet she could only hold An Ning in her arms, not knowing what to do.
An Yu lay on the bed, unable to move due to his injuries, but his eyes couldn't help but keep glancing towards An Ning, his worry unhidden.
"I never expected the people in that village to be so vile..."
After An Ning recounted the events she experienced in the village, An Yu was so angrily displeased that his eyes turned red.
The tightly clenched fists caused the scars on his back to start splitting again, bleeding fresh red blood.
An Ning was thankfully without any wounds, but she was exhausted from running for too long.
After a short rest, she finally regained her strength and stood up from the ground.
The first thing she saw was An Yu's split wound.
Both moved and angry, An Ning said, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself? Can't you be a bit more honest with injuries already on you? Can you stop adding more trouble?"
