After taking the pill, Xie Qiao's tone was full of vigor, but she was still patient. Her voice sounded very comfortable.
Jiang Jinlu's phobia was not a secret.
He did not want to say more because he thought it was not good to add to other people's worries, but since his senior sister had said so, he could not hide it.
"It's not a secret. I wasn't born with this phobia. I saw blood when I was young and was traumatized." Jiang Jinlu was quite embarrassed, "Senior Sister, you also know how my mother died, right? To tell you the truth, on the day my mother passed away, she spat blood and sprayed it all over my face. I thought my eyes were blood red at that time. From then on, I have the phobia."
He actually felt much better after growing up.
In the past, when he saw the color red and heard the word "blood", he would feel uncomfortable.
Hearing this, Xie Qiao was silent for a moment.
