Before she could figure out why, Mu Rou was already being pulled out of the crowded throng by Fu Sinian and into a car parked not far away.
With the car door shut, Mu Rou took a deep breath. Not caring about appearances, she bent down to take off her boots, unsurprised to see her ankle swollen like a radish.
Fu Sinian glanced expressionlessly at her ankle, then turned the steering wheel and headed toward the nearest hospital.
Mu Rou winced in pain and took a couple of sharp breaths, turning to look at Fu Sinian, suddenly filled with questions.
She didn't know when it started, but Fu Sinian had always wrapped himself tightly in black. A black hat, black mask, black gloves, and even a long black coat that seemed to envelop his entire body. If it was to keep warm in previous winters, now it was already warm May. Fashionable girls had started wearing chiffon skirts and single shoes. Why was he still dressed like this? Wasn't it hot?
