Blame
It was a bloody sight.
The scarlet color of blood created a stark contrast to Wang Rouxi’s creamy white skin. The flesh—
Lu Yizhi’s bloodied, gloved hands slightly shook as he examined the open wound.
“This is more serious than I thought,” he murmured.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself. He needed to be calm or else there would be more complications if he were to mess this up.
“F-four… seven… eight…” Lu Yizhi heard Wang Rouxi groan out.
Right!
Inhale… one, two, three, four…
… hold
Five, six, seven… eight, Exhale.
Lu Yizhi’s eyes shone a brilliant light when he opened them once more.
‘Leader Xi knows me best!’ Lu Yizhi smiled as he thought to himself.
Looking at her pitiful condition, he wondered if their Leader had used up all her luck when she was outside of the country. It had only been a few days since she came back, but here she was, almost dying—
Lu Yizhi didn’t want to continue that thought anymore.