The living room was filled with a thick stench of blood. Qin Xiaoyue was still standing there in a daze with a knife stained with blood in her hand. Ye Shuyun was hugging Yan Huan, who was almost covered in blood, in a daze.
Lu Yi quickly ran over. As he ran, he took off his clothes and pressed them on the wound on Yan Huan’s shoulder. The wound on her body was also bleeding non-stop, just like a small river, it was almost draining her life force.
He had never seen Yan Huan like this before. He was afraid to see her blood, afraid to see her lifeless body.
That kind of despair, that kind of fear, that kind of fear, that kind of coldness. How could he bear it? How could he bear to let her feel pain? How could he bear to let her feel cold.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s fine.”Lu Yi hurriedly carried Yan Huan and prepared to send her to the hospital. The ambulances nowadays were not as fast as him. He wanted to go by himself. He wanted to go by himself.