The gauze was supposed to be smooth, like silk.
Now, it no longer felt the same.
Dried blood caked the gauze, turning it hard and flaky.
Even in its present state, Qin Shu recognised it immediately. It was Chao Yan's blindfold.
She stood abruptly, searching for some sign that its owner was still alive. However, no trace of the slender figure in her memories wandered the night. Only the cloying smell of blood remained.
She clenched the gauze in her hand. Where did Chao Yan go?
Chao Yan could not have gone far, not in his condition.
She did not want to consider how such a lively life could be snuffed so easily.
Fu Tingyu stood by her side, squeezing her shoulder in comfort. Seeing the bloodstained gauze in her hand and the worry creasing her brow, he knew it belonged to Chao Yan.
He slipped his hand into hers and realised how cold and clammy it felt.
"Babe," he tried.
Qin Shu did not respond.
