When Jiang Shuya said thank you to Huo Jingfeng, her whole face was glowing, and her eyes were especially gentle, making Huo Jingfeng think she was more beautiful than a celestial. However, her complexion was too poor, pale as paper, with a weak smile.
"Don't speak, lean against me, conserve energy. We'll reach the hospital soon." Huo Jingfeng tightened his arm gently around her, careful not to touch her wound.
Jiang Shuya obediently leaned closer, giving herself entirely to him. In his embrace, she felt so at ease.
"Huo Jingfeng, am I bleeding a lot?" Jiang Shuya's face rested on his shoulder, her forehead touching his cheek, "Am I going to die soon?"
"I forbid you to say such things." Huo Jingfeng was angry at her words but gently comforted her, "You won't. I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Believe me!"
