Everyone stopped at this moment, all eyes turning to Song Muyu.
Scarlet blood slowly seeped from Song Muyu's calf, tracing down to her feet, soaking her white shoes. Even under the dim streetlights, it was clearly visible.
Everyone froze, stunned—no one had expected blood.
Song Muyu couldn't endure the pain, clutching at her stomach.
A spasm wracked her body, and the sharp ache nearly made her collapse.
The pain was unbearable.
Song Muyu thought her body had stabilized over the last couple of days, but unexpectedly, a single impact on her stomach had triggered such intense pain.
"Miss Song?" Qi Yun called out nervously.
"I'm fine." Song Muyu smiled faintly in an attempt to reassure her, but her balance faltered—she toppled forward.
"Ah, careful!" Qi Yun reacted swiftly, catching Song Muyu in her arms.
Leaning against Qi Yun's embrace, Song Muyu still managed to tug at the corners of her lips and offer Qi Yun a pale, reassuring smile. "I'm fine, don't worry."