Xiao Yu closed her eyes, tears streaming down in a rush, her voice hoarse as she said, "I brought all this on myself."
Anna withdrew her hand and didn't say anything more. Sometimes words were painfully pale and powerless. She stomped on the gas and sped toward the hospital, but in her heart she couldn't help feeling it was unfair for this kind-hearted girl.
After a series of examinations, they confirmed Xiao Yu's injuries were all superficial. The blood seeping from her back was from an old wound that had finally started to heal but had been torn open again. When she took off her clothes, revealing a large patch of charred skin on her back, some of the scabs had fallen off, exposing tender pink new flesh, but those ferocious scars still scared Anna enough that she instinctively stepped back.
Xiao Yu tilted her head to look at her frightened expression and gave a bitter little laugh. "The wounds are a bit scary. Why don't you wait outside?"
