Then he stood slowly, backing away only far enough for the doctor to kneel where he had just been. As the wound was cleaned and dressed, Shen Xiao remained at the edge of the room, his hands still stained red.
And for the first time in years, he didn't wipe it off.
Because this time, the blood was not from a ritual. Not from any accidents... But rather....
It was from a woman who had already died for him once, lost everything… and was begging not to die alone again. What was he supposed to do?
"She will be okay," Doctor Wu said softly, glancing at Shen Xiao. "It's not that deep. But… whatever pushed her to this, it's not going away with bandages. You know some situations need to be handled carefully..."
Shen Xiao didn't respond. He simply nodded, his gaze never leaving her. Deep down he knew what he was insinuating,
After the doctor left, the room fell into a hush again. He picked her up and took her back to her bedroom.
