"Did I scare you?" Dan Hanxi put his shirt aside and looked up at Qin Youxuan.
"..." Qin Youxuan bit her lip, not responding immediately.
"Right, such a terrifying scar, even when I saw it for the first time, I scared myself, let alone you."
"..."
"I still remember when I was at the bottom of the cliff, crawling on the ground. My legs were broken and hurt so much that I couldn't feel the pain in my chest, just wanted to avoid the beasts following the scent of blood, crawling desperately forward. I had no idea my chest was already disfigured by the bushes."
Dan Hanxi's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about someone else's story.
Even though he spoke casually, Qin Youxuan couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
The despair of a person on the brink of death, no one else can truly understand how painful it is.
"If you're scared, you don't have to do it."
Dan Hanxi glanced at Qin Youxuan's pale face, reached for his shirt, and prepared to put it on.
