Huo Jingting felt her body falling, quickly reached out to help, but touched a handful of fresh blood.
He looked down and then, aided by the dim light, saw the blood on her abdomen.
Just now, when she was in the private room, she was curled up, and he didn't see it. Later, when she walked in front of Fu Lingfeng, her back was to him, and he didn't notice. He hadn't noticed when they left Xingdao, not until now that he realized she was injured.
"Xiaoqiao!" Huo Jingting supported her slumping body, called out a few times, and seeing she didn't wake, quickly scooped her up and rushed to the roadside to hail a car.
"Quick, to the hospital!"
...
Late at night.
In a black-themed bedroom, there was complete silence.
Nanqiao's injuries were not severe, and after they were dressed, he took her back to Jinling Garden.
Huo Jingting stood by the window, looking at the lights outside, his face solemn.