Before she had finished speaking, the man who had been sitting on the stairs in front sprung to his feet and hurried over, then paused, looking at her with surprise, "You... what's happened to you?"
As he spoke, Chen An's gaze swept over Tong Ran.
She was wearing an oversized shirt and sleep pants, her hair damp and hanging down her back, her small face was covered with exhaustion, but what was most striking was her left hand, wrapped in a thick towel, knotted and slung around her neck. On the white towel, there were spots of blood seeping through.
"Your left hand..." Chen An fixed his gaze on her left hand, "Did Nanjue hurt you?"
Last night, Tong Ran had said she wanted to go up, and to stop her, he deliberately said that Nanjue might lose control and kill her, but in fact, that wouldn't happen.
Logically speaking, when Devils Kiss's poison flared up, even at its most extreme and painful, it wouldn't cause someone to attack the people around them.
