Zhou Yuxi sat perfectly still for a moment, breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through her system. Then, with almost mechanical movements, she pulled the IV line from her arm, wincing at the sharp sting, and climbed out of the hospital bed.
After struggling down from the bed, weak and trembling, she gripped his body and dragged him toward the bathroom. But it was futile, the stench of fresh blood permeated the air, and crimson drops traced a damning path across the floor.
Mu Yunchen sensed something was wrong. He turned the door handle and pushed inside slightly, only to freeze at the scene before him. Zhou Yuxi was frantically bundling blood-stained sheets together.
Hearing the door open, Zhou Yuxi's head snapped up instinctively. Their eyes locked, hers were cold and feral, his wide with shock.
For a moment, neither spoke.
