C236 The Hairpin at the Age of Twelve.

Feng Yishan froze for a second and then understood. He held Mu Jia’s hand and said, “No, it’s not because of my right arm. Jia Jia, you’ve cured my right arm. I am grateful to you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t need you to…”

‘Don’t need me to repay you with my body?’

Feng Yishan couldn’t say it out loud, but he couldn’t find another word to replace it. In fact