When he said this, Jian Yufei became even more worried about him.
"What's wrong with you, exactly?" she asked anxiously.
"Can we not talk about it?"
"No!" Jian Yufei refused fiercely, and tears fell from her eyes.
Ruan Tianling raised his hand to wipe her tears: "Don't cry. If you're angry, just hit me. Don't cry so easily."
"What happened to your hand?!" She grabbed his hand.
There was a bloodstain on the back of Ruan Tianling's hand, and quite a bit of blood had flowed.
But by now the blood had already dried.
Ruan Tianling nonchalantly smiled and said, "It's just a small injury. It's nothing."
Jian Yufei knew he must have rushed out too hastily and forgot to pull the needle out, causing this.
Then, she noticed he was barefoot.
His clothes were also disheveled.
Ruan Tianling always paid great attention to his appearance and rarely looked so disheveled.
His current state was all because of her.
