Chen Wei'er looked at He Xun's bloodied outstretched hand. He Xun was severely injured, yet he was still in a hurry to roast the rabbit. Her eyes immediately turned red. She remembered that there were fresh weeds at the entrance of the cave, so she reached out and pulled a handful of fresh grass in.
"What's wrong?" He Xun had just finished asking when Chen Wei'er pulled his hand over. He subconsciously hid his hand behind his back.
"It's not dirty at all!" Chen Wei'er sniffed and used the fresh grass as a towel to wipe his palm. After wiping away the layer of blood on the outside, she saw the jagged wound on his palm.
The tree trunk was so rough. How could he not be injured? As Chen Wei'er thought of this, her hands unconsciously tightened.
He Xun immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. "Hiss!"
Chen Wei'er panicked and looked up at his pale face."Are you alright?"