Chi Jingxuan realized something was wrong with Qin Yuji right away.
He walked over in a few strides and saw that Qin Yuji's face was pale, her body stiff, and her hands were clenched tightly, so much so that she didn't even notice the sharp blade of the fruit knife she was holding had pierced into the palm of her hand.
"Yuji, let go, Yuji, Yuji..."
He held her in his embrace, gently stroking her back, as Chi Jingxuan tried to wrest the fruit knife from her grasp. However, Qin Yuji was like she had gone insane, her whole body rigid as a statue.
No matter how much Chi Jingxuan shouted or shook her, she seemed to have no reaction at all.
By the time Chi Jingxuan exerted a great effort to snatch the knife from her hand, Chi Jingxuan's hands were covered in blood, unable to tell whether it was her blood or blood from the knife wound on his own hand.
"Doctor, where's the doctor?"
