It was hard to tell how much time had passed.
The sun was a hazy orb.
Dong Huiying was covered in dirt, sand, and blood. The blood near her shoulder was her own, the rest had splattered on her during the melee.
She sat down abruptly on the sandy ground, tore off her sleeve, and ripped it into strips, then tied it around her shoulder to prevent the loss of more blood. In those days, there were no tools for blood transfusion, and losing too much blood could complicate things even further.
Liang Haoming watched her in silence, obviously unhappy.
Because she was injured!
He held onto his hand and shook it from side to side.
She gazed at him with an innocent expression.
But the man petulantly turned his head away.
However, though he purposely avoided looking at her, he let her hold his hand and did not pull away.
Little Wife pouted and then huffed as she turned to look at Hong Xiangjun and another, "Oi oi oi??"
Did those two want to stay embraced forever?
