"Guys, stop blaming Qianxun. The backpack contains a birthday gift she handmade for Sir Jue," Gu Mian explained.
The other people went silent. For some reason, Ye Gu felt as though his heart was being stabbed by a knife. He cut a lonely figure as he lowered his gaze, turned and left quietly.
"You made it by yourself? That's great! Jue would definitely be super happy!" Tang Zui's eyes brightened.
Gu Mian stared at the man who was smiling brightly even though he was in a flustered state. Her gaze fell on his hand, which was still bleeding.
Gu Mian felt so upset that there was a sense of suffocation in her chest, and she clenched her tiny hands together.
"Are your hands okay?" Si Mancheng helped Tang Zui get back on his feet and asked a little worriedly.
"I have no idea. They're totally numb." Tang Zui said flatly.
