Once faced with Ye Zhiyu's tears, Ji Huaizhi would be helpless.
His slender fingers lifted up Ye Zhiyu's calf to take a look. The obvious redness caused a trace of heartache to flash across his eyes.
"Can you still walk?"
Before Ye Zhiyu could answer, he suddenly sighed and said in a deep voice, "Hold me tight."
At the same time, he carefully avoided the injured part. His strong arms wrapped around Ye Zhiyu's legs and slender waist, and he lifted her up horizontally.
Ye Zhiyu reflexively hugged his sturdy neck and couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing?"
"I'll send you to the hospital!"
Ji Huaizhi's tone was unquestionable, but it immediately calmed Ye Zhiyu down. A feeling of relief rose in her heart.
She thought to herself, "Anyway, he still cares about me, doesn't he?"
