Blood flowed freely from her wound.
He Xiyan acted as though she didn't feel any pain and only went to wash the blood off her hands and bandaged her wound after she had finished slicing the meat.
She tried to force herself to calm down but after several attempts, she found that she was unable to compose herself. Her entire mind was filled with the image of Jiahang's mother and cousin's earlier expressions and the contemptuous and disgusted look in their eyes.
She guessed that they probably thought that she was a terrible woman because she didn't match Jiahang in any way. Moreover, she even had a child who wasn't even his biological child, so she felt that most normal families would not be able to accept someone like her.
Her heart sank and she put a hand over her heart. She felt as though her heart hurt intensely and in spite of her best efforts, tears brimmed in her eyes. Her tears gathered to form teardrops that streaked down her pale cheeks.
