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, ...