Zhen Jinghan didn't scrutinize the face of the person lying on the ground, but walked to his right side and examined his index finger carefully.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an leaned in for a closer look and found that the person's index finger was clearly shortened, a fact visible from the nail.
The two exchanged glances, their hearts reaching the same judgment.
The one who was hit should undoubtedly be Wang Tiezhu.
If it weren't for that, Zhen Jinghan wouldn't have immediately checked the right index finger.
And indeed, that was the truth.
...
Zhen Jinghan looked at the shortened index finger, and waves of memories surged from her mind.
That segment of the finger was lost fighting off a vicious dog to protect her.
I remember that despite being injured, he was the one comforting me.
"Are you alright?" Zhao Guo'an asked gently.
