Her body shuddered, staring at his hand in disbelief, "Lu Yebai, let me go!".
Cold sweat trickled down from Lu Yebai's fair forehead, his dark pupils fixed on her: "Have you calmed down?".
Meng Xi'er slowly loosened the grip of her hand, she lowered her fingers, looking down at Lu Yebai's left hand.
More blood seeped slowly out from his delicate skin.
Pain welled up inside her, she couldn't distinguish between heartache or sympathy, watching him become like this because of her, she almost wished for death.
Slowly, she reached out, grasping Lu Yebai's left hand. The hand that seemed no different than usual to look at, her fingertips touched the rough skin, Meng Xi'er bit her lip hard, trembling as she asked, "You told me before, that you were also injured, is it this hand?".
Lu Yebai slightly withdrew his hand, held by Meng Xi'er, this hand of his had no strength at the moment, he couldn't get free from Meng Xi'er's grip.
