"You're injured!" Ling Chuxi panicked and grabbed Huangfu Qingjue's wrist, but felt relieved after taking his pulse, which was still stable. Though blood was oozing out of his mouth, it probably would heal soon. Nonetheless, Ling Chuxi still gave him a medicinal pill out of concern.
"I told you, I'm fine." Huangfu Qingjue smiled gently, and held Ling Chuxi's hand instead.
"Yeah." Ling Chuxi started feeling less anxious and smiled slightly. Suddenly, she remembered Little Red and exclaimed, "Oh no, Little Red!" Little Red had desperately tried to save her just now and seemed to have suffered a heavy injury.
Little Red was squinting at Ling Chuxi with a resentful expression, looking he was about to throw up out of disgust. 'Picking your lover over your friend, huh? Ling Chuxi, you ungrateful witch, curse you…'
