Qin Jingzhi's body stiffened as Han Chuyuan, accompanied by security, entered the school.
Ren Chuqing's gaze fell upon Qin Jingzhi's wrist, where there were streaks of blood seeping out—it had been bitten by her in her flurry a moment before.
"Your hand… how is it? Maybe we should buy some band-aids at the pharmacy nearby before going back to the hospital to have a doctor look at it," she said awkwardly.
"What, are you worried about my injury?" he asked.
She bit her lip slightly, still tasting a hint of blood in her mouth, "I was just desperate in the moment, afraid that if you didn't let go, Xiao Yuan might suffocate."
"So if one day, Han Chuyuan did this to me, would you bite his hand to save me?" Qin Jingzhi asked.
Ren Chuqing looked down and did not answer.
Qin Jingzhi mocked himself; wasn't the answer obvious?
To her now, he was probably nothing at all.
"Let's go back to the hospital," Qin Jingzhi said.
"Maybe I should drive, since your hand…" she suggested.
