Jiang Nuan waved her hand in front of him and tentatively called out, "Fu Yi?"
What happened to him, couldn’t he hear her speaking?
She was about to die from anxiety.
As soon as she finished speaking, the man’s Adam’s apple moved, and he suddenly reached out to grab her arm. Jiang Nuan stumbled into a warm and solid embrace.
"...It’s fine now."
Jiang Nuan’s head was gently brushed at the back.
A hoarse voice enveloped her from above.
She struggled in his arms, trying to push him away, urgently saying, "Don’t hold right now. I sll blood on you, are you injured?"
"I’m fine." Fu Yi slightly loosened his grip, his forehead touching hers, his narrow eyes unblinking as he looked at her.
The tumultuous emotions in his heart were soothed like a small boat calming a stormy sea, returning it to tranquility.
Jiang Nuan still didn’t believe him, clutching his sleeve, she asked, "Then why do you sll like blood?"
She was a doctor, and the two most common slls she encountered were disinfectant and blood.
The sll of blood was distinctive, the scent of rust mixed with an unmistakable fishiness, easily recognizable.
There was definitely a sll of blood on him.
Jiang Nuan had been deceived before and didn’t want her negligence to cause irreversible consequences again. "Are you hiding it from to avoid worrying ? Don’t worry, just stand here properly, I won’t be scared. I’m a doctor, if you’re injured you have to tell so I can help treat your wound. If you hide it from , I’ll be even more worried once I find out."
It’s not just worry, but regret!
Regret that will eat you alive.
"Aren’t you afraid your boyfriend might be unhappy with you being so concerned about your ex-husband?" Fu Yi blurted out, even though his chest felt unbearably tight.
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Jiang Nuan wore a puzzled expression.
When did she have a boyfriend? But she didn’t think too much about it; she mistakenly thought he was still angry about the past, so she lowered her gaze and vaguely replied, "We separated amicably, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again. Whether we’re divorced or not, we’re at least friends."
The word "friends" stung Fu Yi, making his eyes turn red and his chest so tight he couldn’t breathe, his thin lips curled up but quickly dropped again, "Hmm."
Looking back, he shouldn’t have let that scoundrel go earlier; a shot to vent his anger might have cald him down a bit.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, Jiang Nuan hesitantly asked, "Are you here in Mahali for sightseeing or for sothing else? Have you found a hotel to stay at yet?"
Actually, they were divorced, so there were so things she shouldn’t ask; asking would an overstepping. But she wanted to find an opportunity to check his leg, so despite her hesitation, she asked.
After asking, Jiang Nuan felt nervous herself, tugging at her hair and awkwardly explaining, "I’ve been in Mahali for a few years, I’m familiar with the place. If you haven’t booked a hotel, I can recomnd one."
Ideally, she’d also act as a tour guide, leading the way so she could go with him to the hotel and seize the chance to suggest checking on his leg.
Fu Yi gazed at her with a penetrating look, his voice sowhat hoarse, "I lost my passport."
"Huh?" Jiang Nuan was stunned on the spot.
Fu Yi inspected the colorful expressions on her face with his hands in his pockets and candidly said, "I lost my passport and suitcase at the airport, and I don’t know if soone found them. If they were taken, I’ll have to call the embassy to ask for help. Without a passport, I can’t stay at a hotel for now."
Jiang Nuan suspected he was hinting at sothing but had no evidence, so she tentatively suggested, "Why don’t you stay at my place for now? I’ll look up the airport’s number and call to ask for you."
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