Ye Qiyun had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered such pain. Though the knife wasn't large, the wound was somewhat deep, and a lot of blood had flowed, so now her face was as white as a sheet, and cold sweat kept breaking out from her forehead.
Guan Yi saw that the clothes on her back were dyed red with blood, and he could no longer clearly see the extent of the wound.
He furrowed his brows, looking at Qin Aunt next to him, "Qin Aunt, go find a pair of scissors, and bring the first aid kit from home."
"Oh, okay..." Qin Aunt quickly turned around to look for the items Guan Yi requested.
Guan Yi watched Ye Qiyun, who was lying on the bed and in so much pain that she had bitten her lips white, her hands tightly clenched together. His brows furrowed even more, and his eyes inadvertently revealed his concern, "Does it hurt a lot?"
