Xia Xiaofu did not return home for the entire week, and she gave Ou Luoxi a call to explain the situation to him.
That afternoon, Ou Luoxi went upstairs to go to Xia Bo's room. He took out a sharp knife before he rolled up his sleeves. There were five scars on his wrist, and his arm was badly injured, looking gory and bloody.
He did not have much of an expression on his face, and he used the sharp knife to slit his wrist. He dripped the blood into a small bowl before transferring it into a large bowl.
Xia Xiaofu's mother's expression was stiff, and she felt even more awkward. She took the small bowl up and softly said, "Luoxi, go and bandage your wound. I will feed this to your Uncle."
"Okay." Ou Luoxi stood up and left.
He returned back to his room and took out medication from the drawer. He applied some medication on his wound before he used white gauze to bandage it tightly, then he rolled his sleeves down.
