Mo Hexuan was momentarily stunned.
"Piano players, they cherish their hands," Ji Chuyun said, looking at the unconscious Qin Youxue. "Perhaps subconsciously, she couldn't bear to destroy her fingers."
"..."
"But you," Ji Chuyun looked at his pale, anxious face, "are you okay? You look very unwell."
Mo Hexuan calmed down, but his heart still beat wildly and couldn't settle. He slowly exhaled and sat down on the ground, somewhat exhausted.
"Thank goodness..."
"Hey, what's going on?" With the situation resolved, Ji Chuyun finally had the mood to question Mo Hexuan, "Why did she try to cut her own hand?"
Mo Hexuan stood up from the ground, picked up Qin Youxue, and walked towards the door.
"Hey hey, what are you doing?" Ji Chuyun blocked Mo Hexuan.
"Didn't you say she was fine? I'm taking her back."
