Si Chu's face was deathly pale, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his lips, a striking crimson that added an eerie beauty to his already dazzling appearance.
His brow was slightly furrowed as he shook his head at the anxious Mingshu, "It's nothing."
Mingshu bit her lip, stepping forward to take his arm, both angry and anxious, "You're spitting blood and you say it's nothing?!"
It wasn't hard to see why she was so alarmed; Si Chu's complexion was indeed ghastly. Up close, Mingshu could even see the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.
Helan Lian certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity to mock him, sizing up Si Chu from head to toe, disdain written clearly in her eyes, "So weak, what were you trying to prove just now?"
Wen Renbai looked at Si Chu, his eyes revealing confusion. Thinking of something, his expression suddenly hardened. He took a couple of steps forward, pretending to help Si Chu, but actually felt his wrist.
