"We can only find out after a thorough examination in the hospital." The policeman quickly helped Zhuo Qianyun and Ye Wenming into the car as he spoke.
In the car, Ye Wenming was still worried about Zhuo Qianyun. "Are you... okay?" However, his voice was hoarse. Even uttering a simple sentence was hard for him.
Zhuo Qianyun shook her head, her tears still flowing.
Ye Wenming raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears. "Don't cry... Qianyun. Stop crying. There's no more danger, and I won't let this happen to you again."
He thought she was crying because she was scared. He had no idea that she was crying because her heart was aching.
When did her heart begin to ache over the injures he suffered for her?
"Ye Wenming, why did you do it? Why did you cut your neck when Mr. Yu asked you to? I'm... not that important!"
He said, "It's not up to you to determine whether or not you're important to me. It's... up to me. Besides, if I didn’t do whatever he told me to, then... Mr. Yu wouldn’t have let his guard down either."
"Stop talking. The bleeding will only get worse if you do," Zhuo Qianyun said hurriedly.
"Okay, I... won't talk. You shouldn’t talk either..." he said that because she had wounds on her neck too.
The car immediately fell silent.
Zhuo Qianyun and Ye Wenming's hands were clasped together. It was now hard to tell who was holding whose hand.
She had many doubts in her head. For example, when did Ye Wenming hint to Mr. Yu's men? Was it when one of them handed him the dagger?
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