Ruan Qi's eyes instantly reddened.
She clutched at the man's clothing, wanting to lean in and take a look, but as soon as she moved her head a bit, she felt the world spinning and almost passed out.
Xi Jiu hastily embraced her, "You can't move, I'm alright."
"...No!" The young girl was especially stubborn about certain things. She cried while tugging at his clothing, "Let me see, please..."
Xi Jiu had originally not wanted her to know that he was injured. But her crying made him unable to resist compromising.
"Okay, I'll let you see, but don't rush."
He carefully placed her on a chair and then turned around.
Several terrifying, fierce wounds, each about twenty centimeters long, ran across the man's back!
The skin around the wounds was turned out, and beads of blood continuously seeped out, soaking into the black camouflaged fabric.
Ruan Qi reached out with trembling hands, gently pulling away the cloth surrounding the wounds.