Can You Come with Me? (11)

Qin Jiayan suddenly stopped and fixed his gaze on the sea of red for a long time before he slowly reached out his hands and pulled off the bedsheet to hold it up before himself.

With all the lights on in the bedroom, the red was exceptionally clear and bright.

As many days had passed, the red had darkened, but Qin Jiayan could still tell that it was blood.

Where did this bloodstain on the sheet come from?

Qin Jiayan pursed his lips tightly for a while. The scene of that night, which he had tried hard not to think about when he had been on a business trip, flashed across his mind once again.