"Miss Qin, stop, Mr. Jie is injured!" Yao behind her noticed her actions and shouted out in alarm.
He tried to rush forward, but was glared back threateningly by Dan Hanjie.
He was forced to stay still, his eyes reddening in frustration.
"Come back with me."
Dan Hanjie's face had become almost transparent, his lips pale, his grip on Qin Youxuan's hand unyielding.
The wound on his chest had opened up, blood seeping through his clothes. It was only when Qin Youxuan stopped that she realized her hand was already stained with a patch of red ...
"Why is there blood ..."
Qin Youxuan jolted, frozen in place.
Her gaze faltered, she forgot to struggle, and her hand daftly landed on his chest again.
Trembling, she tried to open his shirt.
"I'm fine, just come back with me first." Dan Hanjie held her hand and stubbornly repeated himself.
He staggered slightly, clutching onto the railing with one arm.
