The two soldiers joyfully went off to clean the mud.
Yi Chichi looked at Wen Shi, who was filthy all over, with a stubbly beard and bloodshot eyes, and her eyes turned red with sympathy.
"Are you hurt?"
When Wen Shi heard this, his mind went blank, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but he forgot he was holding a shovel and couldn't, so he pretended to be calm and said, "I'm fine, it's impossible for me to get hurt."
Yi Chichi's mouth twitched, did he take her for blind?
If she couldn't notice such an obvious gesture, she might as well not have her eyes.
"Let me see your hand."
"...Just a little skin torn."
Unable to hide it, Wen Shi saw her face darken and obediently extended his hand for her to see.
Yi Chichi checked and found that it wasn't serious. It was just an injury from a blister breaking, not even a real injury compared to his previous wounds.
But still, it hurts!
The pain from a blister on the palm bursting, she understood it too well.
