Before Lu Shiyuan fainted from the pain, Lin Shanchu withdrew her hand.
She was not worried about being discovered.
It was because her hand was sore.
She did not even wipe the blood off her hand and walked straight out.
"Sister Lin…" He Xiang immediately saw the blood on Lin Shanchu's hand. With the previous experience, she quickly calmed down. She then lowered her voice and asked, "Did you stab Lu Shiyuan again?"
"I guess so." Although she had used her fingers, she did poke Lu Shiyuan's wound again.
Lin Shanchu's tone sounded lazy as she looked down at her fingers with blood dripping down.
He Xiang was speechless for a moment.
As expected, she was not worried for nothing.
She hurriedly took out a finger towel to wipe Lin Shanchu's hand. She was afraid and worried as her hands trembled non-stop. "Is he dead?"
"He won't die."
He Xiang could hear the regret in Lin Shanchu's tone and her hands trembled even more.
