"You are hurt?"
There was blood on Ning Xiangchi's forehead, as if left by a bump.
Asher Yan reached out and wanted to lift the hair on his forehead to have a look, but he avoided it in disgust. Maybe he has lost his face and doesn't bother to pretend. Or maybe Ning Xiangchi was dizzy at the moment and was really tired of dealing with Asher Yan.
"This is the first time I've seen the Admiral in such a state of distress since I met him. I thought the Admiral might need me, but it seems I was being too sentimental."
After saying that, Yan An calmly withdrew his hand: "Since the general doesn't need me, I will leave first."
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