This Is Not Your Fault

Seeing the blood flowing down her toes, Duan Yixin raised her left leg and held it on top of the mound. When the blood dripped into the soil, she felt that something seemed to be sucking away her energy. 

Duan Yixin felt more heartache than the pain in her leg. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and continued to water the seed with her blood.

Five minutes later, the blood flow subsided. She took out a bandage she had prepared beforehand and wrapped it casually around the wound. 

Since she had returned from the hospital, Yu Jingxian had never asked her to fulfill her marital obligations, and he always covered his eyes when helping her take a bath. He shouldn't have noticed the wound because he would never touch her without her permission.

Duan Yixin drew blood from her leg instead of her hand in the hope that she could keep the matter a secret from him. It would be better if he never knew until the tree grew to the height of heaven.