Blood kept seeping from the position of her chest, soaking the tattoo.
But even so, Zhuo Ya did not stop wiping.
She hated having traces of Gu Yanting on her body.
Those marks of love could be washed away with water.
But what about these tattoos?
No matter how much she wiped, they were still there.
"Miss Zhuo."
The housekeeper's voice arose from the doorway.
Yet Zhuo Ya acted as if she hadn't heard him and continued focusing on wiping the tattoo on her chest.
Seeing that Zhuo Ya did not respond, the housekeeper continued, "Miss Zhuo, may I come in?"
Zhuo Ya's hands, wiping the tattoo, trembled slightly.
She suddenly shouted uncontrollably.
"Don't come in."
Her hands were covered in blood, staining the bed sheets beneath her red.
The housekeeper was taken aback but obediently did not enter.
However, he could hear the loss of control in Zhuo Ya's voice.
"The young master sent me to bring Miss Zhuo some Bird's Nest."
"Are you feeling unwell, Miss Zhuo?"
