Ji Tingyang's fingers grazed his forehead, and, upon seeing the blood on his fingertips, he remained composed, simply telling Wen Li to rest well before leaving her bedroom.
As soon as he left the bedroom, he saw Lin Xu in the hallway, pacing back and forth with a nervous expression and occasionally stealing glances at the bedroom door.
When Lin Xu saw Ji Tingyang emerge, she instinctively averted her gaze guiltily, but upon seeing the blood on his face, she ran forward in shock.
"What happened to your forehead? Why are you bleeding?!" Lin Xu asked anxiously, reaching out to touch his forehead but hesitating, afraid that the bacteria on her hands might infect the wound, her hand freezing in mid-air.
She had heard the commotion inside and had been too scared to enter, never imagining that things had become so serious. Had they really started fighting?
