Hearing the sound of the door opening, Nan Xi immediately stopped crying. She lifted her head and haphazardly wiped the tears from her face with her hand.
But she forgot that her hand was stained with fresh blood from the knife wound, and with one wipe, her face was instantly smeared with blood.
Streams of blood, eye-catching and clear, looked quite frightening from a distance.
Lu Jianshen was shocked when he saw the blood on Nan Xi's face, hurried over, and urgently asked while cupping her face in his hands, "Xixi, what happened to you? Why is there so much blood on your face?"
"I'm fine," Nan Xi said, pushing him away coldly with her hand.
"How can you say you're fine with so much blood?"
"It's not my blood."
Lu Jianshen was insistent, he bent down, picked Nan Xi up, and carried her to the bed, then soaked a towel and gently wiped the blood from Nan Xi's face, bit by bit, with a warm towel.
