The Institute (32)

"....."

Chu Yi, who had all along been speaking softly to the two suddenly silenced, immediately prompting the vigilant Tang Shun to glance back at him,

Something was off...

Chu Yi's focus had been torn away from the hauntingly beautiful painting and fixed onto his own hands, gazing intently at his curled fingers, 

His eyes fettered with a gloomy overcast, the tranquility beneath shattering like a broken mirror– under the watchful gaze of the two, droplets of crystalline, red blood suddenly oozed from the cicada thin cut that unbeknownst to them had been sliced deeply into the snow-white fingertips!

Slowly, the warm blood slid down his fingers in a winding scarlet trail that left sharp numbing tingling appearing at the root of his fingertips,

Tang Shun instantly frowned in confusion,