When Gwen turned and entered the bathroom, Lucas’s strong face turned paler in an instant, his body swayed, and he stretched out his hand to support the wall, panting slightly.
Sam, who had been hiding behind and not speaking, immediately supported Lucas, with a worried expression on his face.
“San Ye, why didn’t you hide when Miss Gwen rushed over?” Sam looked distressed when he saw Lucas’s performance.
After rushing up like this, the wound that healed a little bit must have opened again.
Lucas gasped slightly, his voice a little weak: “It’s okay.”
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