Jin Rumo stood by the railing, his silhouette slender. Hearing the voice, he turned around, and a gentle, tender smile bloomed on his handsome, scholarly face, "Are you alright?"
Despite the turmoil, he wasn't the slightest bit worried about her predicament, knowing well that the person behind her was so powerful — invincible and immovable.
He had intended to leave, but then decided to wait, to wait for her to come out. Seeing that she was safe, he could leave without haste.
"I'm fine now." Mi Shen shook her head, reached into her pocket to pull out a packet of tissues and offered it, "There's blood on your face, wipe it off?"
The wound was on the left cheek, a fine cut. A string of crimson beads of blood had already dried up. It happened in the instant he rushed through the door, his face catching on the coat rack. It was narrowly a miss from injuring the eye, quite perilous.
Jin Rumo reached out to take the tissues, "Mhm."