"Ayao, where are you going to leave me behind?"
"Anywhere that doesn't have you!"
Sheng Qianxia felt Gong Beiyao's palm tremble slightly because as he grasped it, she too was carried along, mechanically keeping pace with him.
He walked quickly and urgently, as if he hadn't noticed that she was struggling to keep up.
"Wait a moment!" Ou Yimo rushed over and blocked their path, "Ayao, why is your arm bleeding so much? It was fine when I saw you a few nights ago..."
It turned out that the arm Gong Beiyao had injured was bleeding again. Although it had been bandaged and he had changed his clothes, the bloodstains on his injury were still visible.
Just as Sheng Qianxia was about to check Gong Beiyao's wound, Ou Yimo had already shouted ahead to Moxing, "What is the matter with your servant? Call the doctor over quickly!"
She acted utterly like the lady of the house.
And her meaningful hint made Sheng Qianxia's face grow even paler. Her movements stiffened as well.
