"Lu Zhao, what's wrong?" Luo Ying walked over and helped him up.
As soon as her hand touched Lu Zhao's, she felt a cold and wet patch on her hand.
The wine on Lu Zhao's hand had been mixed with red blood, and his hand was full of small wounds. Some of them had already formed scabs, and some seemed to have been torn open again after the scabs had formed.
Luo Ying felt the pain just looking at it.
"What's wrong with you? What's going on?" Luo Ying frowned as she looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground.
Had Lu Zhao smashed the wine bottle earlier?
"I had too much to drink and accidentally knocked it over. Then, I pressed my hand on it." Lu Zhao wasn't as cold and calm as usual. Instead, there were faint tears in his eyes.
He was acting like a boyfriend who was complaining to his girlfriend.
"Get up, I'll help you bandage it." Luo Ying reached out to pull Lu Zhao up.
