Silas pursed his lips, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face with a threat.
"You better not play any other tricks; otherwise, I will never let you go," he warned.
Yue Ran could not help but laugh, and then said to him seriously, "I just want to help you treat your wounds. I am not going to hurt you."
Silas snorted coldly at her words.
The male protagonist then turned silent and motionless. Seeing this, Yue Ran knew that the man had listened to her. With a sense of cautious optimism, she slowly lifted her hand and carefully held the palm that was clasped on the wrist. As her fingers made contact, she noticed that the wounds on his palm were not severe; it was just that they had not been treated for a long time, so the dried blood clots had crusted over his skin.
