"Zhi Xiao, haven't you just changed the dressings? Why are you here again?" Ye Chen had his back to the door, but he could tell who had pushed it open just from the sound of the door. If it had been Liu the Tyrant, he estimated the sound would've been much louder.
"Brother Chen..." Feng Zhixiao muttered and then said, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law is here..."
"What?!" Ye Chen was taken aback and immediately turned around; by then, Li Ruo was already standing behind him. Their eyes met, and Li Ruo's tears instantly softened Ye Chen's heart. This strong man, this man as solid as iron, had never submitted to Jones's provocations; standing in the ring, under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, he had never retreated. But today, he softened; he was softened by Li Ruo's tears. Ye Chen looked at Li Ruo awkwardly and said, "Xiao Ruo, why... why have you come?"
