I'm You

Blood…

Hemophilia, Little Blood Bank, Feng Jue…

Gu Yang stared at the red stain on her fingertip and many things flashed past her mind.

However, whether it was before the car accident or the current body, there was no hemophilia.

Feng Jue helped her apply a band-aid, "Sister, be careful when you use a knife in the future."

Gu Jin took the fruit knife away. "Stop peeling."

Gu Yang came back to her senses and looked at Feng Jue. She suddenly asked, "Ah Jue, what is your blood type?"

Feng Jue was puzzled. He didn't understand why Gu Yang suddenly asked about his blood type.

He shook his head. "I've never tested it. I don't know."

Gu Yang muttered to herself, "Our blood types should be the same."

Otherwise, Feng Jue wouldn't have been able to donate blood to her in the fleeting memory fragments that surfaced.

Feng Jue caught her soft murmur and looked puzzled. "What's your blood type?"