Putting down the things in her hand, she turned her head and looked around. It was then she noticed the mess of red on her rolled-up sleeve. The blood had already dried, leaving a large red stain where she had rubbed it.
When the wound was pulled, blood flowed out again.
Gu Qimiao hurriedly covered her arm with her hand, looking everywhere for something to treat the wound.
Shen Yanchen, thinking she had already fallen asleep because it was almost eleven, was about to check on her in her room. Outside, he noticed her light was still on.
He walked over and directly twisted the doorknob, face stern, intending to scold her for not being asleep. But upon entering, he saw her white sweater smeared with blood and her arm, squatting by the bedside cabinet, anxiously searching.
He stepped forward in two strides, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up, frowning deeply, "What happened?"
Seeing it was him, Gu Qimiao immediately lowered her head guiltily, stammering, "I, I don't know either..."
