Blue Butterfly sighed softly, secretly warning myself not to entertain thoughts that should not be.
The Young Lord's heart is far harder than they think.
At this moment, Shane Winchester was leaning against the big bed in the bedroom, with his upper body exposed, a hideous gunshot wound on his chest standing out starkly against his fair skin.
A professional doctor was deftly handling his wound, Shane Winchester's face was a bit pale, but he kept fiddling with the mobile phone in his hand, occasionally opening the dark screen to have a look, as if the pain that was hard for ordinary people to endure was far less important to him than a mobile phone.
Looking at the mobile phone, which remained silent without a hint of response, Shane Winchester couldn't help but sigh. So ruthless, did she not worry about him at all?
But thinking of her sudden hang-up, he couldn't help but display a faint smile.
Maybe she still cares, otherwise, why would she call him so anxiously?
