With a crisp "pop," Zhu Fang let out an alarmed cry.
"Ah, why is there blood!"
Zhang Xiaowei suddenly widened his eyes, fearfully looking down at the scene before him.
Zhu Fang wiped her face with her hand, and on her fingers appeared a smear of bright red.
How could I have forgotten about this!
The blood was Aunt Jing's.
It happened just now in the cave, coinciding with her monthly visit.
How could I forget to wash!
Regret is useless now.
Zhang Xiaowei's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to explain.
Before he could come up with a solution, Zhu Fang brought her finger to her nose.
"Why does this blood have a strange smell?"
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaowei immediately grabbed Zhu Fang's hand.
Being a woman herself, if she took a few more sniffs, she would surely guess what kind of blood this was.
"Aunt Fang, I was in a rush to get down the mountain and took a tumble. The blood is mine, you should wash it off quickly."
