She finally realized what had happened and pushed him away.
She quickly looked at him. Even under the night sky and with the lights of the city, she could clearly see the space between his brows suddenly tighten, and the color drained from his face.
"You..." She widened her eyes in shock—she was a little flustered and at a loss. She caught a glance of something from the corner of her eyes and noticed that the sleeve of his right arm seemed to have been cut by something. The cut ran down the length of his arm, and a bright red liquid dripped from his slender fingers.
"You're bleeding..." Zuo Weiyi's heart dropped when she saw the blood.
Shi Yuting glanced at his arm that had been cut by the edge of the metal rack. Although it was a little painful, he could still endure it.
"I'm fine." He tried to convince her when he saw her worried and anxious face.
