The man paused for a moment, then reached out and rubbed her head. "You don't have to." With that, he pulled her hand away and made to leave.
"You're not leaving." Zhi Wan suddenly threw her arms around his leg, holding on tight.
The man was speechless.
He raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat exasperated, but he finally relented and sat back down.
Zhi Wan carefully slid his trousers down, only to see a deep gash on his left thigh. It was a horrifying, bloody mess, but she could still tell the wound had been caused by some sharp object.
'No wonder he walked so slowly when I was helping him. His leg was injured.'
'And just now, he refused to let me take off his trousers... he must have been afraid I would see this.'
She had never faced a situation like this before and was at a complete loss.
But seeing him hurt so badly, she desperately wanted to help.
