In the room, Ya Molian's eyes were gloomy. He was about to step out to get some clarity but instead he looked at Liu Chushui, who was in so much pain that he was at the brink of fainting. With a single touch, Ya Molian knocked him unconscious before striding outside.
His dear Sang, had such a big heart. She had been injured on the face and yet felt nothing of it.
Any other girl would have been wailing to death, creating a commotion heard throughout the village. How could they be like her, apparently feeling no pain, even finding the mind to heal Liu Chushui's injuries!
He honestly had never seen anyone with such a big heart.
Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked into the yard, planning to probe into the situation with his garrulous uncle.
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