Duan Tingxuan stared blankly at the blood on his finger, and the blood dripped onto the embroidery, staining it instantly.
Duan Ping, Duan Tingxuan's servant, was helping to sort the threads when he suddenly saw his young master's finger bleeding, and his face changed, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Duan Tingxuan gently wiped his finger, and the bleeding stopped, "This piece of embroidery is ruined, let's redo it."
Duan Ping looked at the ruined embroidery of Duan Tingxuan and felt quite sorry, "It's a pity, Young Master spent many days on it."
Duan Tingxuan said lightly, "Once something is stained, it's stained."
Duan Ping suddenly didn't know what to say; he wondered if the young master was talking about Miss Dong or something else.
"Young Master, you've been a bit restless lately, and you haven't been resting well."
