Qin Yucen nodded in his embrace, her eyes brimming with hot tears that finally spilled over the edge and soaked into his shirt.
She looked down at their intertwined fingers and noticed fresh blood on his fingertips, which must have come from holding her, from her own blood. She lifted his finger and put the bloodstain clearly in front of their eyes, "It's unlucky for a man to get a woman's blood on him like this."
"You should know that I've never believed in these things, so to me, it doesn't matter," Huo Jingtang's gaze also fell on the bloodstain at his fingertip.
"Even if you don't believe, you should wash it off." Qin Yucen straightened up from his embrace and let go of his hand, "Go."
He didn't believe it, but she didn't want his hand stained with blood like that—it was too heart-wrenching. And he was a person who loved cleanliness, yet he had ignored the blood on his fingertip, which showed how anxious and caring he had been to the point of forgetting it now.
