"Be good, don't be afraid, Daddy is all right,"
"Bai Jue, you must check on him," Jian Luo said urgently, pulling Bai Jue over as she looked at the bloodstains on the ground that were not yet dry.
Bai Jue squatted down and reached out to Quan Jingwu's wrist. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, "There's no serious harm, rest assured."
Ever since Jian Qing's incident, he had been stifling his emotions, leading to an attack of acute anxiety. Over the past half month, he had often been without food or sleep. Even an iron constitution couldn't withstand such torment. Now that he had spat out this blood, it was actually a good sign.
"Daddy!"
The soft little hands of Seventeen and Nineteen clumsily wiped the blood from the corners of Quan Jingwu's mouth, their moist eyes filled with lingering fear as they looked at him.
"Good, don't cry,"
Quan Jingwu picked them up and headed toward the bathroom.
"Bai Jue, is Jingwu truly alright?" Quan Mingxuan whispered with concern.
