C222 Graveyard

"Is there anything else that hurts?" Lih Muchen's eyes, which were always as calm as cold water, were already red. The edges of his eyes were slightly moist.

"Yes," Lu Qinghan said. She lifted her aching arm and touched Lih Muchen's messy face.

This sentence made Lih Muchen even more nervous. "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Here