of my things. 。"Without hearing a response from across the way, Qin Jingyi blurted out everything she wanted to say." 。 Qiao Shunchen wasn't ignoring her, he just didn't know how to redefine Qin Jingy...Qin Jingwen said she was about to get out of bed, since Qiao Shunchen didn't leave, she could only go.

Just as Qin Jingwen was about to get out of bed, Song Xinzhe walked over and stopped her. 。He reached out and pulled Qin Jingwen's hand from behind her. Upon pulling, he realized her hands were covered in blood, and her back and the sheets were also stained with it. 。Song Xinzhe didn't have time to think too much and directly pressed the needle point with his hand. 。To be precise, it wasn't a stye. It should be Qin Jingwen forcefully pulling out the needle that cut the blood vessel, otherwise, there wouldn't be so much bleeding. 。"Come here and hold still, I'm going to get some medicine to treat this." 。"

Song Xinzhe called Qiao Shunchen over and pressed on Qin Jingwen's wound 。

immediately ran out

"Let go, my blood isn't clean either" 。he took out his phone and dialed that familiar number, one he hadn't called in a long time. 。A person at home, Qin Jingwen, was looking at her phone, seeing Qiao Shunchen's phone number displayed on...