Hua Wuqing's eyelashes trembled.
Miss Su Yan looked at the blood on his hand.
"Did you tear your own wound open?"
Hua Wuqing shrank further inward.
Su Yan's heart felt like it was being repeatedly kneaded, aching terribly.
She held his wrist and spoke seriously, word by word,
"Let me see."
Hua Wuqing's lips trembled,
"No."
You clearly dislike me, why do you still want to look?
Do you want to take this opportunity to thoroughly despise me?
Su Yan wanted to look, but Hua Wuqing kept shrinking into the corner.
And the blood on the ground kept increasing.
Su Yan was at a loss.
This person seemed determined to oppose her.
She bent down and picked him up in her arms.
Hua Wuqing was momentarily stunned, then reached out to cover his chest with his clothes.
Su Yan
"I won't dislike you."
Hua Wuqing's voice was hoarse, his eyelashes trembling,
"You will."
You not only dislike me, you also left.
Su Yan saw how stubborn he was.
She said,
