For a man, especially one who's a soldier, a few scars are nothing.
But now, he didn't want Zhuo Anan to see them.
An An glanced at him and immediately recognized it was a bullet wound. If it had been just a few inches off, her brows furrowed involuntarily.
Lu Mingfei turned around, holding her hand, "I'm fine."
At that moment, thunder boomed, and An An couldn't help but flinch.
It was dark, and it was raining outside. He couldn't proceed with Zhuo Anan.
He could endure the rain, but in Zhuo Anan's current condition, she couldn't be exposed to the rain anymore.
"An An, you stay here and warm yourself by the fire. I'll go out and dig up that isatis root. If it rains tonight, we will spend the night here. You can't continue traveling in the rain."
An An nodded but was a bit worried, "I'll be scared alone. Come back quickly."
"Okay, I'll make it quick."
That isatis root was life-saving medicine now; he had to dig it up, clean it, and give it to her.
