Shen Yu couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward quickly, taking Wu Lin into his arms.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Shen Yu's voice contained a subtle tremor,
She carefully touched the wound on Wu Lin's neck, the pain in her eyes almost overflowing,
"Does it hurt?"
Wu Lin leaned in her arms and smelled the familiar sandalwood fragrance on her body.
She shook her head, but the tears flowed even more fiercely:
"Shen Yu, I'm afraid..."
