Zhuo Xiangnan flipped through the documents in front of him restlessly. No matter what he looked at, a vision of red always floated before his eyes. He pushed the documents to one side and pressed his hand against his forehead.
Had Lin Yue woken up? How was her injury? These were the only thoughts that filled his mind, lingering and preventing him from concentrating on his work.
Zhuo Xiangqiao emerged from the bathroom, discarding the blood-stained shirt into the trash bin in his room. Lin Yue tilted her head to look at him, and after cleaning himself up, Zhuo Xiangqiao seemed more spirited. The dark, obscure shadow that had appeared in his eyes when she woke up was no longer visible.
She moved, trying to sit up straight, but the slight movement accidentally tugged at her wound, causing a pain that made her eyebrows involuntarily furrow.
"What's wrong, did you pull at your wound?" Zhuo Xiangqiao quickly noticed her slight motion and approached with concern.
