Pulling up the blanket, the corner of her eye caught sight of a red mark on his face, stretching from the corner of his eye downwards, like a blood-red silk thread, so eerie, so shocking.
Ye Lu's heart jolted, pupils dilating.
Breath caught in her throat.
She remembered seeing drops of blood on the stone today, and then he said that he had cut his hand, but she had checked his hand and there were no cuts at all.
Ye Lu extended a trembling hand, and touched the drop of blood trickling from the corner of his eye with her fingertip, the bright red blood spreading across the skin of her fingertips, so shocking.
She felt dizzy, a sense of foreboding overwhelmingly present, yet still she strived to calm her emotions, bringing her finger to her nose, and immediately smelled a faint scent of blood.
Her fingers trembled, and horror and unrest in her eyes erupted in an instant.
