Wei Anning's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, it was all because of her that he suffered such a heavy injury.
She sat down by the bed, her fingertip lightly touched, feeling the muscle under her finger seem to tremble slightly, she quickly pulled back, "Does it hurt?"
Leng Youchen's handsome face rested on his arm, it wasn't pain, but her fingertip felt like it had an electric current, spreading quickly from the place it touched. His whole body's muscles tightened, and he said in a muffled voice, "Not painful."
Wei Anning felt both sorry and guilty, "I'm sorry!"
Leng Youchen turned his head to look at her, seeing that trace of pity on her face, his gaze halted, and he supported himself to sit up, "Why are you saying sorry to me?"
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be injured, I'm sorry." Wei Anning choked up.
Leng Youchen gently held her hand, "Being injured for you is my honor. If you really feel guilty, just take care of me for two months, okay?"
