"I don't need your help."
Li Yeqi looked at the delicate, small silver pistol in Bo Jinnian's hand, his thin lips slightly pursed, as he reached out to take it and put it in the inner pocket of his suit. Then he propped himself up to sit on the edge of the bed.
As he moved, a wave of hot, damp blood came again. He lowered his head and saw that his white shirt had been stained blood red. He frowned slightly and then headed toward the door.
After taking just two steps, his legs went weak, and his whole body plunged toward the ground.
Bo Jinnian was standing right by his side. With quick reflexes, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, his brows furrowed as he said, "After several years, you're still as stubborn and willing to suffer for the sake of pride."
"The same could be said of you," Li Yeqi replied, unwilling to show weakness.
Bo Jinnian's thin lips curved into a mocking smile as he supported Li Yeqi out of the room.
