Chapter 89

"Malfoy, you go ahead to the pitch and get ready. Don't worry, I'll definitely be there. I'll have someone carry me over." Malfoy's brow instantly knitted into a tight knot, the wrinkles on his forehead as deep as ravines, filled with worry and anxiety. After much deliberation, he still felt that doing this was far too risky and not worth it. He repeated what he had said before: even if she missed this match, there would be next time, and the time after that, and the time after that... He wasn't only playing in this single Quidditch match, so why should he drag Lin Shu there in her severely injured state? Though he desperately wanted his shining moment to be seen by the person he cared about, in his heart, such trivial matters could never compare to Lin Shu's health. They weren't even comparable in the slightest.