Su Yan lifted her skirt hem and walked towards the rockery, Yu Wenxu's hand stained with blood.
She furrowed her brows slightly and leaned in,
"Are you hurt?"
As she asked, her tone was more serious than usual.
Yu Wenxu lifted his blood-stained hand, grabbed Su Yan's hand, and then held her in his embrace.
Su Yan did not dare to struggle, fearing she might touch his wound, which would be bad.
His head rested on her shoulder.
After a while, he sensed her body's tension and stiffness.
His thin lips revealed,
"No, it's someone else's blood."
Upon hearing this, Su Yan didn't say anything but heaved a sigh of relief.
Then she reached out and hugged him.
"Why are you here? Did Xuanyuan Qing bring you here?"
At the mention of that person, Su Yan's tone changed immediately.
Yu Wenxu led her, speaking out,
"He's nearby, I don't know if he's still breathing."
His voice was faint, as if it were a trivial matter.
