Ren Chuqing stared coldly at the other person, "Qin Jingzhi, I've said it before, I don't owe you anything, and I don't want to be entangled with you anymore."
To him, she had completely let go.
Even though she still felt guilty towards Uncle Qin, she had no guilt or regrets towards Qin Jingzhi anymore.
Or perhaps in some way, her heart towards him had died!
"You—" Qin Jingzhi glared at the person in front of him when suddenly his face changed, "Blood, why are you bleeding! Damn it!"
Ren Chuqing was taken aback.
Blood?
Drip, drip!
Bright red blood was dropping onto her clothes, drop by drop.
The clothes she wore today were light-colored, and the bright red blood, against the light fabric, appeared particularly striking.
It felt as if a warm flow was continuously surging towards the tip of her nose.
Ren Chuqing lifted her other hand, not held by Qin Jingzhi, towards her nose.
Her fingertips encountered a sticky warmth!
