Feeling inexplicably baffled.
There were more important matters yet to be answered, how could he speak without thinking?
This was not like him at all.
His cold and stern face flushed with a hint of bashfulness, his cheeks heating up, a patch of red appeared at the base of his ears.
Luckily, at this moment, both of them were in a disheveled state, with dust and blood still clinging to their faces, the other person didn't notice anything strange, otherwise, he would've wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Logically, he should resent the other person, for all the humiliation suffered since childhood, whether forced or with compromise, every occasion made him grit his teeth, secretly swearing that he would seek revenge one day.
Yet the frail silhouette opposite him didn't evoke any hatred within.
Time and again, he saved everyone from danger, that reckless courage was moving, even if there was ulterior motive, it was understandable.
