Seeing Jiang Feisheng dead, the red in Gong Juechen's eyes faded, leaving only anxiety. He turned hurriedly and ran to Ye Zhi, supporting her as he asked worriedly, "Zhizhi, are you alright?"
Ye Zhi's throat choked instantly, and tears fell without any warning.
"You still have time to worry about me; look at your hand..." Ye Zhi cried.
"What's wrong with my hand?" Gong Juechen looked down in confusion, spreading his hands, and found his right hand was bleeding continuously. Furthermore, the skin was torn, deep enough to see the bone, as if it had been sliced ruthlessly twice, splitting the hand into four parts.
Finally, Gong Juechen remembered. Earlier, to prevent Ye Zhi from being stabbed to death by someone's sword, he had grabbed the sword with that hand.
Also at this moment, he realized the pain.
Excruciating pain.
