"No way, let me see if you have any wounds!"
Weng Shuang forcibly pulled Zhang Fan's hand apart, turned around, and directly opened Zhang Fan's shirt.
However, what met her eyes were all bullet marks!
"What happened here?" Weng Shuang yelled in shock!
Her body trembled violently.
Two gleaming tears, like rain lines on eaves after a storm, slid across her delicate pretty face!
She trembled as she brushed over the bullet marks, each untouched wound felt like a knife stabbing deep into her heart.
What made her heart tremble was that these wounds were completely new.
The bright red scabs made her feel like she was about to collapse.
She simply couldn't imagine what Zhang Fan had gone through.
"Alright, don't cry! Be good!" Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, cupping Weng Shuang's cheek, his thumb gliding across her face, trying to stop the flowing tears!
But in the next moment, Zhang Fan's hand was soaked!
