When Cheng Anya heard the noise and went in, Ye Feimo's fist was pressed against the mirror's surface, which was shattered into fragments; his fist was covered in blood, and he slumped forward, a picture of despair and disarray.
Blood meandered down the mirror's surface, causing Cheng Anya's pupils to shrink, and her heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife.
Any mother who saw her child in such a state would feel extreme heartache. She turned around to go downstairs and fetch the first aid kit. Third Young Master Ye asked, "Has he harmed himself?"
Cheng Anya glanced at Third Young Master Ye, "Nothing else has been learned, but this trait has been well inherited. Have you not harmed yourself?"
