Lu Fengxuan's emotions had not calmed down.
Therefore, she didn't dare to turn around and face Yu Chiyin, simply standing with her back to him, incessantly rubbing her hands together.
Actually, the spot of blood between her fingers had long been washed away.
What she wanted to wash away was the person with those crazy thoughts just now; she couldn't believe she had actually harbored thoughts of murder.
At that moment, she had completely forgotten that she had a husband, that she had children; she was on the verge of making a terrible mistake...
From Yu Chiyin's perspective, he could see her hands being rubbed red, but she didn't feel the pain, just kept rubbing and washing.
"Axuan," he restrained himself but still couldn't bear to watch her hurt herself like that, and with a voice full of restraint, said:
"You have washed them very clean already, stop it, don't wash anymore." He opened his arms: "I am here, I haven't moved an inch, just turn around, and we can embrace."
