It was only a matter of seconds before she violently trembled, her gaze gradually focusing on his face. Suddenly, pain brought tears to her eyes and a cold sweat over her body, "Li Yuntang, your hand!"
Ignoring the man's objections, she forcefully took his right hand out of his pocket and, with shaking hands, found a handkerchief to stop the bleeding.
The wound was ghastly and horrifying, left untreated by its negligent owner, enough to give the average person nightmares just by glancing at it.
In the heat of the moment, the man had thoughtlessly used his right hand to block.
If his hand were to be ruined from this, she would have rather he not shown up at all tonight, would have rather herself been disfigured by the people Yan Shuirou hired.
Li Yuntang was noncommittal, lowering his gaze to her panicked behavior and found it amusing, a smile tugging at his lips, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time you've called me Li Yuntang."
