Amelie looked at the location of the wound on his chest. She saw that there was indeed a trace of red on the white bandage, and her heart immediately tightened. Would it be her collision just now that hurt him?
"Did I hit it?" Amelie blamed herself as she carried the box over, and she looked quite worried and anxious.
"Probably!" Chaim did not deny it.
"I'm sorry!" Amelie's self—blame surged like floodwaters. She really wanted to twist her leg and not hurt him.
"I don't blame you!" Chaim did not regret saving her. If it happened again, he would still save her.
Amelie was currently blaming herself in her heart, and words could no longer come out.
She removed the knot on the wound and gently removed the gauze on his body one by one. A finger wide wound appeared in front of Amelie, and
