"Stop overacting, you are scaring her." Zian whispered.
"What? It's seriously bleeding." Zixin defended himself.
Zian sighed and helplessly shook his head.
Yumi panicked even more when she saw the amount of blood soaked in the handkerchief. She didn't know how it had happened but she just hoped that Zixin would be okay. She didn't want to lose him again.
There were many questions she wanted to ask him but right now she couldn't think of anything else but his blood stained shirt.
Rushing towards Zian's car, Yumi pulled the back door and helped Zian place Zixin inside. She then rushed to the other side and sat down.
….
Inside the car.
"Yumi." Zixin murmured.
With his head resting on her shoulder, Yumi was still pressing the handkerchief in his chest. "Yes, I am right here."
"Y-you don't hate me right?" Zixin asked.
Yumi, who was already crying, vigorously shook her head. "No, I don't.
