Psychological Trauma
Editor: Henyee Translations
He liked her obedience. Her stubbornness made his heart ache. He said gently, "If your wound tears again, tell me. We can attend to it first."
Ye Jian pouted and muttered softly, "Even if it's a small injury, you'll pull it into a big injury." Her voice was like a mosquito.
However, to Xia Jinyuan, who had undergone special training, he was able to hear the voice. He laughed in a low voice. "Why are you pouting? I saw your wound when you handed Pabel over just now. It's just a scratch. It won't turn into a serious injury."
"Why did you ask me then?"
"To show that I'm concerned about you."
This was a rare relaxed moment after the battle.
To Xia Jinyuan, this was the happiest moment.
When they were more than 20 meters away from his comrades of Snow Region Brigade, he stopped. He pulled Ye Jian down. "Let's take a rest. They have some things to talk about. We can go over later."