"It hurt... a lot." Xiao Jinsheng sobbed.
Even though her fragmented memories weren't fully recalled,
the image of Li's body covered in gaping, bloody wounds cut through her heart with a gnawing pain.
Facing Xiao Jinsheng's tear-filled eyes, Li gently removed her hand from his mask and reassured her, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Li's comforting words only made the ache in Xiao Jinsheng's chest intensify.
Even with incomplete memories, in those fifteen days of fleeing, what she remembered struck her deeply—
Li's body, completely devoid of unbroken skin, covered in claw marks, yet he still protected her diligently.
All she had were some dirt stains and exhaustion, not a single injury.
"I'm sorry..." Xiao Jinsheng choked out, voice trembling.
She thought, if only she had the ability to fight, Li wouldn't have suffered such grievous wounds.
"I'm sorry." Li, filled with regret and lingering fear, spoke up.
Their apologies overlapped in unison, both freezing at the other's words.
