Jiang Li had just turned around when she was suddenly embraced by a silhouette, with strong arms wrapping her tightly, almost leaving her breathless.
Before she could catch her breath, her shoulder was gripped.
Jiang Yan's face was full of concern as he examined her from head to toe.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did you get shot or something? If you're hurt, you must tell me. Don't try to be brave on your own."
Jiang Li: "....."
She expressionlessly pushed Jiang Yan's hand away.
"If I were injured, do you think I could still be standing here fine?"
Jiang Yan: "That's true."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly became awkward, alternately stroking his hair and fiddling with the corner of his clothes.
"That...."
Jiang Li turned away to say goodbye to the village chief and Zhao Lang, then turned back to him.
"Speak if you have something to say."
