The water in the bathroom was still rushing, the floor flooded, but the water was red.
And Gu Lanshan, whom he had always worried about, thinking something had befallen her, was now lying in that pool of blood.
Her white clothes were dyed red.
How could it be red with blood?
Sheng Shi stood there as if dumbfounded, although he was always smart and wise, at this moment, his brain just could not function at all.
His eyes were clearly fixed on Gu Lanshan who lay in the blood pool. It took quite a while before his eyes slightly moved, observing her pale, almost transparent complexion. Her usually light pink lips now looked as white as paper. Her arms hung limply, her head askew leaning against the glass of the shower.
Sheng Shi's gaze slowly moved from her face, then he saw her hand lying in the blood pool holding a thin razor blade.
What kind of scene was this?
Who could tell him, what was really going on?