Mu Xiaoting stared blankly at Chu Ge, her large single-lidded eyes wide open. It took a full six or seven seconds for the astonishment in her eyes to gradually turn into relief.
"It's really you."
Chu Ge's lips trembled, "Nonsense... of course it's me, who else could it be?"
Mu Xiaoting blinked, "But, but why does your voice..."
Chu Ge felt a cold sweat in his heart, oh my heavens, has this young lady not realized yet? Being held by her like this, his wound was torn open, and the pain was excruciating; it's no wonder he couldn't speak clearly!
Chu Ge originally wanted to wait for Mu Xiaoting to release her grip herself, but since she was so slow to react and hadn't let go, he really had no other choice. He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, coughed, glanced downward, and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.
"Your hand..."
