The entire blade was stained with thick blood, and drops continued to fall from the tip.
Nan Jiaojiao was wearing a white bathrobe, her right hand under the long sleeves was covered in blood, forming several streams that snaked from her wrist to the back of her hand.
Bo Yanching's heart tightened, his voice trembling with a hoarse tone: "Sweetie, can you hear me?"
Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyes a little, unable to see his whole face, and her gaze fell by the time it reached his nose.
"The blood on the knife isn't mine."
Bo Yanching wanted to touch but didn't dare, fearing he might accidentally touch her wound. He tightened his arms around her, his palm hesitated around her hand for a long time before gently supporting her elbow.
"What about the wound on your right hand, why is it bleeding so much?"
