She raised her head to look at her reflection in the mirror and told herself repeatedly. 'Don't cry, Su Qianxun! Don't be weak! Even though all of your relatives are no longer by your side, all of them love you so much. So, you can't let them down. You must make all of them proud of you one day!'
Even after Long Sijue sat in his study room for almost an hour, his head still ached immensely, to the point that he felt as if it was exploding. Agitated, he opened his drawer and looked at the hair clip he tossed inside earlier. There was a trace of redness on it.
It was… the young woman's blood. Her hand was injured!
Despite his headache, Long Sijue rose and left his study room.
