Chong Ming was so shocked that he was firmly kicked in the knee by Feng Yueyang, causing him to draw a sharp breath from the pain.
At this moment, Rong Xianning's mind was frantic and uneasy, so he didn't notice the abnormality between the two. Taking a thousand rehearsals in his heart, he finally summoned the courage to turn his head.
"You...," Thousands of words condensed into a faint sigh on his lips.
His most disheveled and unwilling-to-be-seen side ultimately was witnessed by her.
Why did heaven always seem to play such cruel tricks on him?
A gentle voice, soft as the spring breeze, brushed past his ears, "Can you still walk?"
Rong Xianning awkwardly turned his head away, "I can walk."
The palm on his arm was so soft, gently supporting his arm and lending him strength.
Feng Cheng followed behind, trying to minimize his presence.
