Doctor Gao stopped the bleeding for Yue Xiaoyang and then cut off his shirt, revealing a large patch of scalded red skin on his back.
Gong Xiaoyu glanced at his upper body. His skin used to be a tanned wheat color, with well-defined firm muscles. Not sure if it was because he hadn't seen the sun for too long, his whole body now looked somewhat thin, the muscle lines even clearer, giving an impression of being less robust than before.
Undoubtedly, the days he was injured were several times harder than usual.
Gong Xiaoyu reminded herself not to soften her heart. She was not a doctor and couldn't help him in any way.
He didn't think to look for her when he was hurt. In his eyes, she was just someone dispensable.
For a woman, the most ridiculous thing is to believe that she holds a place in his heart.
She had made such a mistake once and would not make it a second time.
