"Yinyin..."
Tang Sinian rushed towards the bathroom with large strides.
The closer he got, the more pungent the smell of blood became.
When he burst into the bathroom, his eyes were stabbed red, as if blood had filled them in an instant.
Mu Siyin, wearing Fu Yanshen's shirt, lay in the bathtub.
Her arm was draped limply over the edge of the tub, with a deep cut on her wrist, the blood had dyed the entire bathtub red.
Due to excessive blood loss, her complexion was deathly pale, void of any color, quiet as though she was already dead.
Tang Sinian's pupils shattered as he screamed with a heart-wrenching cry, "Yinyin!!"
He took three steps that became two as he lunged to the side of the bathtub, but his legs went soft from the overwhelming fear, and he fell to his knees with a "thud" next to the bathtub.
"Yinyin..."
Tang Sinian's voice trembled uncontrollably.
This wasn't the first time Yinyin had attempted suicide.