Su Wan shook her head and then nodded, tears falling even more fiercely as she heard the well-concealed hoarseness and fatigue in the man's voice, her own voice shattered and unrecognizable.
"Gu Nanzhou," Su Wan gripped Gu Nanzhou's hand against her face, looking up at him with a sob, "does it hurt…"
The young girl's voice was soft and gentle, her face as pale as paper, her eyes brimming with a pool of tears, her nose red, and her slender shoulders trembling slightly.
Pain pricked at Gu Nanzhou's heart.
He wanted to hold the young girl in his arms and comfort her, but he truly had no strength left.
Gu Nanzhou touched Su Wan's face, his voice gentle: "It doesn't hurt."
Su Wan blinked, another teardrop rolling down: "You're lying." The young girl bit her lower lip, her long lashes wet with tears, "You've lost so much blood…"
The gauze used to temporarily bind Gu Nanzhou's wound was soaked with blood, how could it possibly not hurt.