The shards of the mirror that splattered had cut Tang Qingxue's arm, and fresh blood oozed from the wound. There was another wound on her neck. She sat there, her face haggard, like a doll without air, her eyes vacant as she stared in one direction, remaining completely still.
"Honey, you're hurt!"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth rushed in immediately, lifted her up, and placed her on the bed before bringing some medical gauze to clean her wounds.
Tang Qingxue sat there motionless, letting him nervously pull the mirror shards out from her arm. Just as he pulled one out, she forcefully pushed him away.
Without saying a word, she walked out.
He hurriedly followed her from behind, "Honey, honey, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Qingxue, not even wearing shoes, walked downstairs in her pajamas. When she saw Niannian holding onto the sofa learning to walk, she hurried over, picked her up, and walked away.
