Mo Nanze turned his head, unable to resist glancing at Lu Yinfeng's injury.
Her knee was scraped, and blood had seeped out.
It seemed her ankle was sprained, swollen in one area.
Aside from that, her slender calf was also slightly reddened from the cold.
Such injuries definitely couldn't be considered minor, and Lu Yinfeng's appearance didn't seem like she was making a fuss over nothing.
He felt a twinge of heartache, his hand instinctively lifted slightly, then he quickly put it down.
"She deserves it," Mo Nanze whispered under his breath.
The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet room, it was clear and distinct to Lu Yinfeng.
"Hmph!" Lu Yinfeng, enduring the pain, complained with a touch of coquettish stubbornness, "Mo Nanze, are our birth signs incompatible? Why does nothing good happen every time I encounter you?"
Mo Nanze glanced at her, his eyes full of helplessness.