Chapter 38

She noticed that even though he was at home, this man never wore short-sleeved shirts, he always only wore long-sleeved T-shirts and the shirt color was only black or gray, dark like him.

But as soon as Daisy touched Atlas's sleeve before she could lift it, his other hand grabbed hers.

Even though his hand was shaking and covered in blue veins, he still held her hand very tightly: "Don't lift it."

“Why, let me treat your wound.”

“No need, go out.”

“Atlas, why are you so stubborn? Can't you see your hand is bleeding a lot? If you continue to delay, you will bleed to death. Do you want to die?"

Having finished speaking, she ignored this man and pushed his hand aside, she directly lifted his sleeve.

But as soon as she lifted it and looked at the man's arm, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

His hand has many scars, they look very scary, some are bulging and even patchy, the two colors blue and red mixed look a bit brutal, t