The End Times as a Song

Chapter 571 It's just delivering medicine.

Lin Moshi turned his head sharply, and when he saw that Huan Rugo was safe and sound, a relieved smile appeared on his tense face: "It's good that you're alright! You finally called my name! A-Huan!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Moshi suddenly turned and left, but only a moment later, he returned. His steps were slightly hurried, as if he still had many things he wanted to explain to Huan Rugo.

He paused slightly as he approached, then said, "What happened just now was my fault. I should have been more careful and not put you in such a dangerous situation."

Huan Rugo gently shook her head and smiled, saying, "It's nothing, it's all in the past. Besides, it's just a minor injury. It's really alright, don't worry about it." She raised her hand and gently stroked the injured area, as if the pain was insignificant.

Lin Moshi reached out with concern, wanting to check Huan Ruge's worrying wounds. His gesture was met with a decisive and firm refusal from Huan Ruge. She abruptly took a step back, exclaiming coquettishly, "You are a dignified god, please have some self-respect…!" Her voice held a hint of anger and displeasure.

Faced with Huan Rugo's strong reaction, Lin Moshi was taken aback.

He quickly waved his hand and explained urgently, "Ah Huan, you really misunderstood me! I didn't mean any disrespect; I just wanted to check your injuries."

"If your injury isn't treated promptly, it could cause you even greater harm."

As he spoke these words, Lin Moshi's deep and sharp gaze remained fixed on Huan Ruge's wounds, as if trying to see through the thin fabric to understand the condition inside.

His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, as if the wound were on his own body.

Lin Moshi carefully examined Huan Ruge's face and was suddenly surprised to find that the originally hideous scars on her face were actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and now she looked almost completely recovered.

He couldn't help but ask, "The injury on your face has almost healed so quickly? That's amazing!"

Hearing Lin Moshi's question, Huan Rugo smiled and nodded, then bent down to pick up the purplish-black medicine bottle that had fallen to the ground, and handed it to Lin Moshi, saying, "Yes! My injury is much better now, so please return this medicine bottle to you. Thank you for taking care of me before!"

When Huan Rugo handed him the medicine bottle, Lin Moshi did not reach out to take it.

A sense of loss welled up in his heart—he had brought her this precious healing medicine out of good intentions, but now that she was healed, she returned it to him like this, making him feel that his good intentions had not been valued at all, and were even somewhat superfluous.

For a moment, Lin Moshi stood there, somewhat at a loss. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

Although Huan Rugo was usually carefree, she vaguely sensed the subtle changes in Lin Moshi's emotions.

Looking at the man in front of her who had suddenly become silent and motionless like a statue, her heart clenched, and an indescribable worry instantly welled up in her heart.