In an instant, blood gushed like a stream, flowing down his fingers onto the floor.
The pain stimulated the nerves in Fu Jichen's brain, bringing him back to clarity.
Fu Yuling stared wide-eyed in horror, raising her hand to cover her trembling lips, unable to believe that Fu Jichen would harm himself to stay rational. Did he really not want to touch her that much?
"Why? Why?" Fu Yuling murmured blankly, unsure if she was asking him or herself.
Fu Jichen clutched the shard of glass, ready to cut himself again at any moment.
Fu Yuling was frightened by his determination. So much blood loss—couldn't it endanger his life? What if he hurt himself again without restraint and severed an artery?
She couldn't bear to see him suffer even a little, let alone watch him die with her own eyes.
